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 drink?”

replied, looking around her

she promised Simon that she would never drink alcohol,

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

something else?”

at a loss. She said, “How about mango juice or coconut? Or

asked, “That is fine. I’ll have what you have. Tell

waiter

“Just water?”

our customers. Water temperature could be adjusted to your liking though. We have minerals, hot and regular temperature

in her lifetime, she got to know water could be divided into

the waiter

there is a difference accordink

tastes different from

this. Some nonsense would

“Give me a cup of every kind. Thank

to differentiate the taste by

left. She found a seat near the

settled in, which made the whispers in the corner

lost

to conclusions!

are sure you lost! We know which one is

heard the noise and looked over. At that instance, the waiter put her water on the table. She

the time over drinks, But here, she could not figure out what they

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

was in bewilderment hearing the game for

she asked the waiter, “Is that even an official

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

“Oh really?” Silvia said.