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“ENCHANTÉ,” HENRI BECAUD said, greeting her. “It’s nice to meet in person. You have your grandmother’s lovely eyes, I see.”
“Merci, monsieur,” Verena replied, as they exchanged kisses on the cheeks. Verena detected a discreet parfum emanating from his neck and recognized it as one of Rose Beauté’s classic masculine fragrances. She was glad Mia had bought a feminine perfume from Rose Beauté for her to wear today.
“Let’s sit here,” he said, motioning to an antique inlaid table surrounded by four chairs.
Verena sat down, draping her cape over the polished arm of the chair and smoothing her black lace shift dress. Fianna had supplied her with just the right ensemble for this important meeting.
The private office was spacious and orderly, yet comfortably appointed. Verena couldn’t help
