Five years later -The air shimmered with sunlight and camera flashes. The crowd outside Lunaria Scents’ newest branch sparkled with excitement — journalists, investors, and fans, all waiting for a glimpse of the woman who had turned a small dream into an empire.Ophelia stood before the grand glass doors, draped in a cream silk blouse and an elegant pencil skirt that hugged her slender frame. Her hair, once a tangled mess of chaos and grief, now cascaded in smooth waves over her shoulders. A quiet confidence radiated from her — the kind that wasn’t loud, but steady and earned.Her perfume line had started in a small rented room three years ago. Now, it had become a household name, whispered with reverence among luxury brands. Lunaria Scents wasn’t just a business; it was her resurrection — her proof that she could create beauty even from pain.Reporters called out her name, flashes bursting like fireworks.“Ms. Ophelia! Over here!”“Tell us how you feel about your second launch!”“Wha
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