Chapter 18
John Dryden once wrote: “The sweetest essences are always contained in the smallest glasses.” Perfume: the tiniest drop slays the most hardened heart. –DB
28 September, 1940 - Los Angeles, California
Danielle sat in Clara’s office, waiting for her to arrive. She had worked through the night finalizing the exquisite pouches for her perfume. She clipped a thread here, straightened a bow there. Everything had to be perfect.
Philippe had sent perfume supplies from Grasse, and after countless attempts to create the perfect formula for Chimère, she had finally discovered it. She knew in her heart that it was her masterpiece. Perhaps it was her intense longing for Nicky, her undying love for Max, the despair over her family’s tragedy, or the growing attraction she had for Jon—feeli
