Novel & Cerita Amouage Memoir Man

From time to time, Ethan glanced my way—only to find me completely indifferent, standing beside Grayson with a faint smile. His expression darkened. Suddenly, he pulled Sarah close and kissed her passionately in the center of the dance floor. The heated display sent the room into an uproar—champagne was splashed, and cheers erupted. And I stood there, calm and unmoved—not even a flicker of discomfort crossing my face. Though he knew I had "lost my memory," my composure seemed to irritate him deeply. In the next round of drawing lots, Ethan ended up picking me. People around him shot him meaningful looks.

Amelie’s POV Lorenzo leaned closer to me. Way too close for me to be comfortable with. His cologne hit me first—sharp, spiced, expensive. The kind of scent that lingered long after the man was gone. The Arabian scent screaming money. His fingers brushed my thigh, light but intentional, and I had to fight the instinct to recoil. I didn’t want him to think anything that would give anything away. His eyes locked on mine, calculating. “Tell me something, Amelie,” he murmured, voice smooth like silk over steel.

Amani noticed the specific portrait he had fixated upon and a warm smile graced her lips. "Do you like it?" She inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. "That was the first time I ever laid eyes on you," he recalled, his tone reminiscent. "I always wondered if you had seen me too." The portrait depicted Amani standing on the balcony of the Constantine Manor, gazing into the eyes of a black wolf in the depths of the dark garden below. She was adorned in the same red gown, her dark caramel hair cascading in the wind. "I saw your beautiful blue eyes," she softly uttered.

He's still as conceited as ever! Everybody was in shock that we knew each other. Edith's face is painted in disbelief, and she is still perplexed. Amielle, on the other hand, is speechless with her mouth wide open. "Oh, wait, I'm sorry, but have you two already met?" Edith asked. Both he and I have our eyes locked on each other with furrowed brows. It's like we're playing a game of staring each other down until someone loses. "Miss Miracle, this is Mr. Antoine Laurent. A billionaire and a business tycoon who owns The Antoine Laurent Parfums." Laurent's secretary said.

LUCIANO'S POV I stood there in front of my mirror. I was already dressed for the party . Anger coursed through me. I shut my eyes. Amara had been with Dee. I was sure of it after last night. Like a movie playing back in my head, I could see the delighted smile on her face; I could smell her intoxicating perfume as she hugged me thinking I was my brother. The images replayed again and again. I opened my eyes, wanting to concentrate on something else, but I couldn't get her out of my head.