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Chapter Twenty Two

Author: Carabella
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-23 00:15:46
Alessia’s POV

I couldn’t stop staring at the bottle.

It sat there on the vanity, gleaming like it knew exactly how much trouble it had caused me. Velour d’Ombre. The one perfume I swore I wouldn’t touch again. And yet, here it was, taunting me like a ghost from my past. It was a ghost though.

I sighed, propping my chin on my hand. “You really had to smell this good, huh?”

The silence didn’t answer. And, just like that, the memory around this perfume seemed to be coming back together in my head.

The memory of me being an absolute idiot!

I had mixed it. The expensive, limited-edition perfume that Salvatore himself had handed me,with my own handmade one.

At the time,I’d stood in my room surrounded by tiny glass bottles and scents, telling myself I was “creating something personal.” I wanted a smell that was mine.So, naturally, I’d ruined it.

I’d taken Velour d’Ombre,worth more than half my wardrobe and mixed it with my own floral base. Jasmine noir, vanilla extract, and so
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