Sweet Revenge

Chapter 295 Scent Crush

Miller Street in Washington was a lively and hectic place, especially at night, which made it so popular. Lots of bars were located on this street, welcoming all different kinds of people.

Less than one mile away from it, there was a secluded street, which was not that popular. People could find small bars here, and also some other small shops.

People might get interested in going into small shops that attracted them, and might happen to come across someone with the same interest.

As mentioned above, this street was small and quiet, which made it special. Few people came here, and those shops that were running businesses would put on signs to welcome customers.

Someone with a slim figure appeared in front of a shop and looked at the sign with “Fragrance Shop” on it.

She researched beforehand that this little shop was not known to so many people, but for perfumers, it was the best place. Perfumers who loved their job, or someone interested in perfuming business would come to this little shop. It was open only at night.

Besides, this little shop had some extraordinary perfuming materials that others didn’t have.

Therefore, the shop owner was confident that his customers would come. He had no worries. His

products would be sold out without any effort. He had no agenda for saving his products for some perfuming masters just because they were famous or anything.

She didn’t search for the owner. She just found it meaningful to come and see the mysterious place by herself.

Once she stepped in, she sensed the fragrance coming out of this place, which was faint but pure and amazingly beautiful.

The light was dim. There was classical music playing around the shop. Small groups of people were in a conversation here and there, whispering. She found the atmosphere delightful.

But she was not sure if this place was full of perfuming enthusiasts.

“Welcome! Nice to meet you. Is this your first visit, Miss?” A waiter with an old blouse came to greet her as if he was walking out of an ancient store.

“Yes.” Silvia thought for a while and assumed that they valued their regular customers.

you want something to

replied, looking

Simon that she would never drink alcohol, orange juice was

and said. “Sorry, Miss. We’re out of orange

something else?”

She said, “How about mango juice or

shop didn’t have those beverages. So she asked, “That is fine. I’ll have what you have. Tell me what

water. The waiter

“Just water?”

your liking though. We

time in her lifetime, she got to know water could be divided into such categories.

the waiter about the

but there is a difference accordink to

tastes different from hot

to this. Some nonsense would make sense

me a cup of every kind.

differentiate the taste

left. She found a seat near

which made the whispers in the corner

lost! You lost

rush to conclusions!

you lost! We know which one

that instance, the waiter put her water on the table. She asked, “Do you know

But here, she could

cast his glance at them and replied, “I think you know why they are making such a fuss as a perfumer yourself. They are competing for who has the best spices

Crush?” Silvia was in bewilderment hearing the game for the first

the waiter, “Is that even an

perfumes, but it is a game.” He waved his hand and began to clean the counter

“Oh really?” Silvia said.