“Alma Hermosa,” Diego announced proudly, gesturing toward the screen as if unveiling a masterpiece. “The name translates to ‘Beautiful Soul.’ It captures the essence of what we’re trying to achieve, a scent that embodies elegance, strength, and grace. I think it’s going to resonate with women who want more than just a fragrance, they want a piece of art, a statement.”
Esmeralda’s hands tightened into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling inside her. How could he sit there, acting as though this was his creation, when she had been the one to breathe life into it? She glanced at Santiago, who was watching the display with a detached expression. His eyes flickered briefly to Esmeralda, as if sensing t
