Mira’s POV
Receiving Master Perfumer Davis' praise was definitely one of the best things that had happened to me in years. My heart swelled up with pride and back turned straighter. The anxiety and fear that made me silent while Andrew spoke, wilted away as I stood there. It was like I was recieving a baptism, as finally I knew that I was good enough and I didn't need to bow my head anymore.
Andrew continued to joke with his grandfather while I still struggled to understand how the events turned on its head in seconds. I could see the resemblance now between the two different generations and I couldn't help but smile. The joke about Master Davis sense of smell now being good enough was obviously just that… a Joke.
In a hall full of individual scents that both clashed and complimented,
