I’d been trying to experiment for my own signature scent, but I failed to come up with the right scent in my mind. Or maybe I should probably just use my heart instead. My broken heart.
“Been working on the new samples for a week.” Then I froze and lifted my eyes to meet Brett’s blue one. “Holy crap! I wanna go to the factory on Monday.”
His brow furrowed. “What’s with the rush?”
“Please? I think I found where I can get my inspiration.” I gave him a look that he could not say no to me—just like how I asked him for the tickets to the concert. Wait a minute.
“Brett, can I ask you something?”
“Aren’t you already asking?” He smiled bemusedly.
Before I could sigh, he said. “Just kidding, ask away.”
“How could you afford the front row tickets?” I watched him slowly.
He shrugged. “I have
