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27 February, 1940 - Grasse, France Danielle sat at her workbench in the laboratory testing several perfume compositions, dipping blotter strips into small amber-colored bottles. She waved them under her nose, but her mind strayed, thinking about the past few weeks at Bellerose. The wait for Max was agonizing, and she could barely contain her worry over Nicky and Sofia. In the last month she had written to Jon several times, pleading for any information he might have. Jon wrote back, always reassuring her. He also wrote about his military training and included news about the war. She responded, sharing details about her work and life in Grasse. Philippe had also revealed stories she had never heard about his intelligence missions during the Great War. She watched him craft special perfum