NovelUpdateChapter 1098: As she leaned against the headboard, her mind replayed vivid fragments from the dream she had just experienced.
"Mr. Johns..." Docie whispered.
This wasn't the first tDane had appeared in her dreams.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn tonight's dream, there was a wedding-but this time, she was the bride, beaming at Dane in a stunning gown. Docie switched on her phone, scrolling to a photo she had saved earlier that day.
The glow of the screen betrayed the longing in her eyes.
The following day, Susan and a maid were in the storeroom, sorting through the wedding gifts from the guests. Spotting Docie's custom-made perfamong the gifts, Susan uncapped the bottle and gave it a light spritz. A sweet aroma filled the air, reminiscent of a sunlit orchard. But moments later, the scent of damp, earthy moss surfaced, overshadowing the initial fragrance and transporting the senses to a shaded, damp corner.
The fragrance was pleasant overall, but its sudden shift puzzled Susan as she studied the delicate green perfbottle in her hand.
Docie's gift was handcrafted, yet this perfdeviated greatly from her usual style. Why, Susan wondered, was moss included in the base notes? Given Docie's expertise, it was unlikely she'd overlook a better alternative-unless there was something else on her mind.
While Susan might have missed the mark in sareas, perfumery was not one of them. She had inherited her mother's exceptional talent for the craft.
A perfumer's inspiration is often tied to their mood, and Susan understood that well.
More updates uploaded to galnovalsAfter a brief moment of contemplation, she sent a message to Docie. "Docie, I've tested the perfyou made for me, and there's a minor issue I'd like to discuss.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe base note would be better with the scent of bamboo. What are your thoughts? I think you would have considered this." Docie, who was in the research lab, saw the message. She quickly glanced at the distillation apparatus and tapped her screen a few times. "I didn't think about that. But I'll give the improvement you suggested a try." Susan stared at Docie's reply silently. After a pause, she sent another message. "Docie, is there something else on your mind?" Why else would Docie choose the earthy, damp moss scent—one that had a muddier, heavier tone—when all of her perfumes were typically fresh and light? Docie took longer to respond this time.
"I'm fine. I just wanted to push myself and create a fragrance that at felt m uniquely mine: I've already made the changes you suggested, and I'll send a sample your way."
Docie snapped a photo of the revised sample and sent it to Susan.
Once the conversation ended, she placed both bottles of perfside by side. She examined them for moment before picking up the first one she made and spraying it on her neck and wrists.
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