Randall Ascot Novels & Stories

An ascot. I shit you not. An ascot. It is flawlessly secured with a small, diamond tie tack and while it’s certainly refined… Such formality this early in the day is massive overkill. It gets worse.

"Wait a minute." "What’s the matter?" Caitlin took a good look at the man. He was a young man dressed in an elegant British style, with handsome features. His taste was evident in the details of his appearance. The luggage tag on his suitcase showed he had just returned from abroad. Caitlin recognized him—Randall, the son of The Yuncey Family’s third branch, a well-known fragrance judge. "That scent you’re wearing... I think I’ve smelled it somewhere before... Were you in the Paris Fragrance Competition? Are you the perfumer Odessa?"