The chauffeur dropped Yvonne off at Stewart's Mansion. By the time she finished showering, it was already 2 am. Still not tired, she gathered her spices and essential oils and began blending a new fragrance.
Hardly anyone knew that Yvonne was actually Iris, the world-famous master perfumer. Kenneth's clean fir scent still seemed to linger in the surrounding air.
Yvonne lost herself in her work. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, casting faint shadows beneath the light. Fresh-faced and makeup free, her skin showed none of the dullness or freckles people expected. She looked vibrant and beautiful, easily matching any famous actress.
She kept working until dawn before admiring the perfume she had just finished.
The room was filled with the fresh scent of fir, identical to the frag
