Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and tried to push away the memories of the past. Still shaken by so many memories, I entered Sara's room and soon recognized her perfume in the air. Rose The One by Dolce&Gabanna . It had been a gift from me, the first Christmas we spent together. Since then she has never stopped using it. Matheus was putting her clothes in a suitcase. I smoothed out some discarded pieces on the bed and brought a T-shirt up to my nose. I breathed in my girl's scent and wished she was there, beside me. I asked Matheus to leave me alone and he said he was going to get some books from the shelf in the living room.

was all he said to Olivia. They opened their gifts. Amelia’s was an expensive silk robe and Asher’s was a box of hand rolled, very costly cigars. Olivia eyed her box. The box was plain and cheap. “Just open it,” Alfred sighed. Olivia pulled out a bottle of cheap perfume. Her face softened. “You remember?” she asked, blinking at Alfred in surprise. “Well how could I forget? You only wore that stinky stuff every day of our childhood.” Olivia sprayed it into the air and was overcome with childhood memories.

The perfume classroom was awash in late afternoon sunlight. The scent of blooming lavender and sharp citrus intermingled in the air, hinting at the creativity and competition that filled the room. Ophelia stood at her station, a picture of composure and quiet confidence. Her dark hair was pulled back, and her eyes flicked expertly over the vials and oils before her, selecting and measuring without hesitation. She moved with the certainty of someone who didn’t need instruction, her every gesture dismissing the presence of authority.

Cologne which did not belong to her. She took in a deep breath and prayed to God that her father wouldn’t notice the odd scent. Something entirely off from her usual olfactory taste. “Smells good in here, what’s the air freshener’s name?” Damian turned to Kiara, his hands on his hips. “Oh, that!” She laughed, waving her hand in the air, trying to get some fresh air to breathe in, “It’s Rio de Janeiro number 72 by Victoria’s Truth.” Damian wrinkled his nose, “I’ve never heard of it.”

But when she spoke, her voice trembled with frustration. “He can’t stand the smell of pheromones…” She paused before turning a furious glance at Mrs. Harris. “That girl did it on purpose!” "She deliberately released her pheromones to provoke him!" Mrs. Harris froze. "What are you talking about, Eloise?" Eloise gritted her teeth, her gaze burning with barely concealed jealousy. "Ryse. She knows perfectly well what she is. And she knows what she's doing. She waited until he was here to spread her scent and make him sick. She wants to manipulate him!" Nigel, still on his knees, raised his head slightly at these words. His eyes, clouded by pain and confusion, took on a cold gleam. "Manipulation.

What hope did I have if any, that the prince would look my way if women like her were always around him? “Mind your business Rodrigo, a slave should have no business poke-nosing in elite matters, that's how slaves get their noses sliced right off,” Olivia spat acidly, baring her teeth as her eyes flicked from the woman I could feel standing behind me to my face, the hate in her pea-black eyes surprising me enough that I backed away as she stormed past, knocking her shoulder painfully into my collarbone. “What the hell was that?” Lori whispered fiercely as she strutted over to me with Anya’s hand laced through hers, her caramel brown eyes widened with what I was beginning to think looked more

“I was hoping to find you here, “ I smile at Olivia and close the door carefully behind me. “I hope I am not interrupting anything. “ I say. As if I can interrupt anything she does. “Conor, I am so glad to see you. “ she gets up and comes to greet me. Olivia kisses one of my cheeks, then the other. “We live in the same hours, and it's’ surprising how rarely I get the chance to see you. “ Olivia says. “I am quite busy at the office. “ “Of course. Philip tells me the same. “ She looks marvellous as always. Olivia is wearing a creamy-coloured dress with nice, matching shoes, but not high- heels. Her hair has already been made and I catch the faint scent of her Chanel number 5 perfume. She is a

I said with an air of pride. “Looking like this, I’m certain he won’t let you come home tonight” She giggled. “Well, that’s too bad. ‘Cos I’ll be heading back here as soon as I see it’s getting to 10pm. Whatever strings he wants to pull, would never work” I stood my ground. “Alright then. But you really do smell nice. What’s the fragrance?” She complimented. “I usually don’t divulge. It’s kinda like my secret formula. But for you, I’ll compromise. This fragrance? It’s the original Rolanda Black” I boasted.

Hugs, twirls, kisses on cheeks, dramatic squeals, full girly chaos exploded. “Girl, look at your skin! You are already glowing like… like Escobar gold!” Flourish beamed, holding Orlanda’s face in her palms. “Turn around hehe! Let me see you well!” Winifred spun her around. “This outfit! This bag… Jesus, is this a Versace limited edition?” “Wait wait wait… this perfume. Is this Sì Intense?!” Flourish sniffed near her neck. “Yessss,” Orlanda giggled, pulling out her newest Samsung phone. “And guess what? Look at this baby.”

"Sorry about that." "It's fine. It's normal to take a person as someone else," she acknowledged and followed him. His brows furrowed. Despite the series of tests, Olivia didn't give the game away. Not even a hint! A pungent perfume permeated the air, reminding him of the distinctive herbal scent coming from Ophelia. Unfortunately, Olivia now gave off a floral scent. Perfume gained wide currency from women. Thus, he couldn't jump to conclusions simply because of a scent.