Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the box was slowly opened.
At that mont, a unique fragrance diffused, unlike any usual scent, possessing an essence that closely touched the soul. Just a gentle inhalation was enough to make one feel at ease, as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.
Especially the lingering scent after breathing it in, as if one had fallen asleep in a room filled with aromatherapy.
Yet this fragrance also exuded a touch of a familiar scent, sandalwood...
But it seed not quite sandalwood, more like musk, but it went far beyond these two fragrances.
So unique, no wonder it’s called one of a kind in the world.
This scent also gives one a sense of relaxation.
"So soothing, this fragrance is really special."
"If you sll this every day, your mood would improve greatly."
Sherman Linden’s voice was trembling as he spoke excitedly, "It’s still the scent I slled at the auction all those years ago. To be able to sll ’Irreplaceable’ in this lifeti, I would die without regrets, die without regrets!"
Listening to everyone’s praise, Tiana Thorne gently curved her lips, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks, then looked at Margarett Vance and softly said, "Miss Vance, now that your perfu has reappeared, fragrant and beloved by all, why don’t you tell us why you created this fragrance back then?"
Margarett Vance raised her eyes to look at Maxim Ford, her gaze gentle and soft, then turned to everyone, a smile on her lips, each word she uttered was filled with elegance.
"This is a perfu I created before turning eighteen. At the ti, I thought, how wonderful it would be if youth could last forever, if n could forever remain in the pri of their lives, and if girls could always stay in their teenage years.
It’s a dream everyone has. Ti flies, and no one can outrun it. If fragrance could exist forever in this world, it would prove that we were once young, beautiful, and handso.
So, I devoted a year to perfury, traveling across mountains and rivers, searching for nectar of countless flowers, even growing my own flowers, collecting morning dew from different seasons, living an isolated life from the world.
Ultimately, holding onto this belief, I created this perfu. It is my pride, and to , it is the one and only perfu in this world."
As they slled the fragrance, everyone seed to enter her world, witnessing the effort she poured into creating this perfu.
A year of isolation from the world.
A year of trekking across mountains and rivers.
Being able to create such a bottle of perfu is truly remarkable, no wonder she is called a genius young perfur; she indeed deserves the title of genius.
Everyone was imrsed in it, as if slling the fragrance, walking the paths Margarett Vance once walked, seeing the mountains, crossing the waters...
Suddenly, Tiana Thorne’s voice inappropriately interrupted everyone’s dream: "Miss Vance, are you sure you didn’t leave anything out?"
Margarett Vance paused, her gaze stopping on Tiana, then, a surge of anger welled up inside her: "Miss Thorne, do you always have to speak so sharply and sarcastically? If you haven’t experienced it yourself, walked so many paths, you can’t comprehend the difficulties involved."
Tiana Thorne didn’t take her remarks seriously at all, smiling with a teasing gaze: "So, this is the entire process of how Miss Vance created the perfu? You only ntioned the uniqueness of the fragrance, but neglected an important detail."
At her words, everyone was shocked.
What does she an...
It seems like Miss Thorne knows more about this perfu than she does?
Impossible...
Margarett Vance looked at her, puzzled: "What do you an?"
Tiana Thorne rely smiled lightly, then looked at Julian Ford, saying: "Mr. Ford, please keep the perfu safe, it is indeed the most precious perfu in the world."
Julian Ford: "Mm."
His husky voice seed to seep out from his throat, incredibly seductive, paired with his stunningly handso face, made Margarett Vance’s heart tremble, and suddenly, an ominous premonition arose in her heart.
After the perfu was put away, everyone’s eyes lingered on that exquisite box.
Tiana Thorne looked at her again, her gaze unwavering, with a hint of gunpowder, sparks flying as she aningfully said: "Miss Vance, it’s not that you neglected this important aspect, but rather you don’t even know it yourself."
She had been pondering how to make Margarett Vance reveal her true self, now it seems, she found the way.
Everyone was shocked.
"Miss Thorne, please don’t make baseless accusations," Sherman Linden said angrily. He was a fan of this perfu, and hearing this, he trembled with anger.
Others were puzzled too: "Yes, Miss Thorne, you shouldn’t make such claims. Since Miss Vance didn’t ntion it, it only proves that there is no overlooked aspect of this perfu. This isn’t a performance; you don’t need to theatrically add drama."
"How could a perfur ignore all the details of the perfu she created?"
"Yes, Miss Thorne has been steering the narrative tonight, first saying Miss Vance couldn’t recreate the sa perfu, and now claiming she overlooked a key point. Are you targeting Miss Vance?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
So people were getting anxious because her words were too tantalizing, making one eager to know more.
Margarett Vance curved her lips again, her smile softer, and said: "Perhaps Miss Thorne is also a perfu enthusiast, much like . Actually, this isn’t a bad thing, it proves the charm of the perfu, and the fact that she likes this perfu so much is a form of recognition for ."
May Sloane finally couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Margarett Vance implying that Tiana is her fan???
Ugh!
Her brother is an icon, icons are icons themselves without any other idols.
Really a case of self-satisfaction.
Then she turned back to look at Tiana Thorne, her gaze deep, smile gentle: "Now the perfu has re-erged, and I’ve stated my perfury concept, perhaps this little interlude should co to an end? Miss Thorne, you must rember, tonight is Elsa’s showcase, and you are the spokesperson for Star Sky No.7 Water; I don’t want to steal the thunder, nor is there a need to have you promote my perfu. What’s most important now shouldn’t be assessing whether the quality of Elsa’s Star Sky No.3 Water has issues?"
These words were quite reasonable, in an instant, leaving Tiana Thorne utterly disgraced.
Margarett Vance was implying to everyone that Tiana Thorne was so desperate to be a spokesperson that she was talking about other perfus at Elsa’s banquet; this wasn’t an obsession with perfu, but rather wanting to continue making money.
At the sa ti, exuding her grand and magnanimous deanor of not competing with others.
The strangest part was, why didn’t Maxim Ford, the president of the event host Elsa, stop her?
"Miss Thorne, please introduce No.7 Water, after all..."
"What if I said, ’Irreplaceable’ wasn’t created by you?" Tiana Thorne interrupted her, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, yet carrying significant weight.
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