Ariel Beckham.
“Please, come in.” I lead Victor into my perfume room, eager to show him what I’ve been working on since he accepted my first email. That email, which I practically poured my soul into, was all about my passion for perfume making. To my shock, he accepted it, and now he’s here to see my ideas for fragrances and get a glimpse of how obsessed I am with this whole thing. I still can’t believe he’s the same person who found me after I was chased by those bastards and fell down that hill. George said Victor is a respected figure in the perfume world, and if, just if, I can impress him, I could learn everything I need to start my own brand someday.
“So, this is where I created them.” I gesture around, feeling a bit nervous.
“I used fresh flowers from the garden to enhance the p
