It Should Have Been Like This
Susanne rose from her seat and rushed over, enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace within the blink of an eye.
"It's really you. I'm so sorry… please forgive me…" Her voice rang out, though I found myself momentarily lost in the familiar, comforting sensations—the warmth of her embrace, and the rich, inviting scent of gardenia and vanilla orchid that seemed to emanate from her. This scent was no stranger to me, as it was the very fragrance I had created and gifted to her on her birthday, back when I still owned my mother's company. The fragrance had been carefully tailored to capture the essence of Susanne's personality—a sophisticated and luxurious woman, yet with an underlying sense of com
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