Oh my...
This is the most explosive news in the industry.
A perfumer unable to recreate the scent she once crafted?
How is that possible?
Margarett Vance was momentarily stunned, her beautiful eyes flickered towards Tiana for the first serious glance of the night.
Her eyes are sharp, enchanting like a fox's, with a mischievous and casual smile, as if she's certain Tiana can never recreate the same scent.
Could it be that she knows something?
A heart suddenly leapt up and down with unrest.
Sherman Linden's apprentice hesitated for a moment, then laughed, as if hearing an enormous joke, and sarcastically said, "Tiana Thorne, even if you don't know perfumes, don't say something so ridiculous."
"Yes, any scent selected by a perfumer, it's not a problem to produce a thousand or even ten thousand bottles."
