Four years later…
London…
The black car glided to a stop in front of a sleek glass building with golden letters that read 1888 Perfume Store. The engine went silent, and a woman stepped out, elegant, wrapped in a cream trench coat that fluttered slightly in the summer breeze. Her dark hair shimmered under the sunlight, and her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she entered the store.
The air inside was cool and scented with dozens of luxury perfumes. She walked with quiet confidence to the counter, her voice smooth.
“Can I have that one, please?” she asked, pointing at a crystal bottle displayed inside the glass case. “Looks like the perfect gift for my husband.”
The cashier’s eyes brightened. “Excellent choice, ma’am. That’s one of our most exclusive fragrances. Limited sto
