Seeing he agreed, Maria was already content. She reached out to stop Brian Scott. "No need, I’ll tweak it myself. Just some small stuff—once the logic’s clear, it’s fine."
Brian nodded, but then glanced up at her makeup and frowned even more. "Your makeup needs tweaking too. You’re right—being poor doesn’t mean looking bad. I’ll go find the makeup artist."
"No, it’s all good. I’m the lead stylist anyway, and my assistant’s a stylist too. We’ve got this."
"Alright then." Brian got up. "Change the look. I’ll go handle the other logistics. I’m directing this MV."
"Thanks, Director."
Talking to someone smart felt like a breath of fresh air—what a contrast to Raymond Taylor.
The MV was a contemporary story about two everyday people, so the look didn’t need to be flashy—just
