Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

“It’s true that I visited the perfume display, but I didn’t steal anything. I made this fragrant potion myself, recreating the formula from what I smelled in the special collection.” Everyone’s eyes dart between Ayana and me, unsure of whom to believe. “Lair!” she persists. “The Montenero’s extraordinary perfumes are unique. No one else can create their special effects. How dare you say that you made it? You obviously stole it!” Even Marco’s friend, Oliver, seems like he doesn’t know what to say. I start to panic again, fearing they’ll try to arrest me once more. “I’m telling the truth, I swear,” I say pleadingly. “I recreated it from memory.”

As I returned to my office, Olivia was already waiting for me—lounging on my couch like she owned the place, one heel dangling lazily from her foot, a cup of iced coffee balanced on her thigh. “You’re late,” she teased as I walked in. “What took you so long? Were you too busy being iconic and universally worshipped?” I laughed and tossed a pillow at her. “Sorry, I got held up by a swarm of perfume fanatics who want their mates to smell like Damien.” “Well, who can blame them?” She wrinkled her nose, then grinned. “The man smells like sex and power.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s my mate you’re describing.”

Lena’s hair stood on end at the mention of Melanie. Seeing the pure hatred in Lena’s eyes, Olivia feel reassured. She said with deliberate melancholy, “Yes, she is. She embarrassed my father’s company and claimed his credit, and came up with a perfume with the same name. Now, she even wants to hold a perfume exhibition. She really doesn’t know when to stop! She’s bent on making my dad’s life a living hell…” Olivia was on the verge of tears as she spoke, which made Lena frown. She reached out to hold Olivia’s hand, and said, “Melanie’s evil. She’s been that way since she was young. I know that best.”

I had personally ordered Gloria to get that . Unlike the last time, Olivia was wearing earrings; a pair of short diamond earrings. Her nails had been perfectly manicured and polished with lailac nail polish. They were averagely long. I soon realized that her earrings had a set of expensive rings which she wore. Gloria should definitely be awarded for being the best make-up artist that ever lived. Olivia was pretty, she looked even prettier on our date but right here, before me; was the prettiest version of Olivia I had ever seen.

As if he could already tell that she was wearing heels for tonight's date. As the door opened slowly, Conrad could smell a sweet flowery fragrance. He recognized the scent and he couldn't help but be attracted to the scent. It felt like nostalgia smelling the flowery fragrance, but he couldn't remember the last time he smelled this kind of scent. It's like he was in a garden filled with different kinds of flowers, yet one flower stands out above the others. Olivia came out of the room looking gorgeous. She looked like the night sky with the glimmering blue dress she wore. Conrad was left speechless as he saw how gorgeous she was.

He seemed to love spicy things. It didn't take long before Olivia chose what she wanted, and bought some women's perfume to set the mood and everything for the night. Sydney kept buying just anything and saving them for her wedding night. “This should do… I'm sure my future hubby will be lucky,” Sydney squealed as we left the women's boutique. Unlike me, she was holding a lot of shopping bags. “Is it Alfredo?” Olivia asked in between chuckles as they exited the building. “Please put this in the car,” Olivia said, handing the shopping bags to the guards. She still had a gift for Pedro to buy.

I barely noticed them, more focused on the phantom sensation of Ethan’s lips moving gently against mine. “Luna Olivia!” a young woman exclaimed, approaching me. I recognized her from a small Pack west of here, but I couldn’t remember her name. “Does your perfume change scents? Earlier it smelled like bellflowers, but now it’s more like roses!” Her question snapped me out my thoughts and I felt the familiar pride of sharing my work with someone new. “It’s a new perfume from my brand, Lunera Beauty. It should launch soon. The formula adapts to the mood of the wearer and the fabrics it comes in contact with.”

Calmly, she asked, "Are you using the Westwood exclusive custom-made fragrance?" Olivia proudly displayed the perfume bottle from Westwood's exclusive line, using it to refresh her scent. Lately, she had been carrying it everywhere, all to show off. "I didn't expect someone as unsophisticated as you to even know about Westwood. Take a look at this bottle. It's a luxury item you probably can't afford," Olivia retorted. "Is that so?" Lana remained unfazed, extending her hand towards Olivia. "Let this country bumpkin have a look, then."

"Initially, when I first moved in, I felt lonely. But not anymore now. There are many kind people I know who want to be my friends, including you." Tristan smiled sincerely. Ending the conversation, he intended to take his leave. "Olivia, it's getting late, I should go home. Besides, I haven't showered. It would be embarrassing if you smelled my unpleasant body odor," Tristan joked as he laughed. "Of course not. I even like the citrusy woody scent you're wearing. It must be Christian Dior Eau Sauvage, right?" Olivia guessed confidently. "Oh my. You're absolutely right. That's the perfume brand I always wear. How did you know?" Tristan asked, impressed.