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Chapter Thirty -Three : The smell of Revenge.

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last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 10:20:53

Natalie stepped into the bare, echoing space that would soon become her studio. The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sawdust from the newly installed shelves. Fiona was already there, animatedly gesturing toward the far wall where she envisioned a display of crystal perfume bottles.

“This,” Fiona declared, pointing to a corner bathed in sunlight, “will be your mixing station. Natural light, perfect for inspiration.”

Natalie gave a small smile. This motivation was.... New.

Anita, Natalie’s efficient PA, was deep in conversation with two interior decorators—both of whom Natalie had hired on Fiona’s recommendation. They were debating fabric swatches for the curtains, their voices rising and falling like an odd background melody.

Natalie allowed herself a small smile. This place, for all its empty floors and exposed wires, felt like hers in a way nothing else had in months.

Fiona had a vision, and Natalie was more than happy to let her run
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