I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 363 Perfume Blending

Melanie didn’t really know Joseph, but the question posed was already challenging enough, so a little more

challenge didn’t hurt.

She glanced at the four “models” sitting in a row, gathered her focus, and walked to the fragrance blending

station.

“Miss Jones, which person’s fragrance will you start with?” Robert asked from the audience.

“Since it’s an impromptu performance, I’ll decide as I go. Maybe I’ll blend them all together?” Melanie swept her gaze across the stage with a nonchalant tone. “Please stay quiet. I don’t like being disturbed.”

Although Robert was dissatisfied, he kept silent.

She had one hour to create four different fragrances. While Joseph presented it as a single challenge, it was

essentially four separate tasks.

However, Melanie was confident in herself. Since childhood, she had been interested in perfume blending.

Even though her father forbade her from entering this field, she never gave up on secretly studying it.

Over the years, she had studied thousands of aroma compounds from all around the world. She knew nearly a

hundred base notes and dozens of successful perfume formulations-all of this knowledge was stored in her

Once inspiration hit her, she didn’t need to waste time choosing

had ignited Melanie’s

the test tubes and

added the final drop of aldehyde, elegantly put away the test

and removed her

done,” she said

on stage and in the audience was astonished-she had

minutes!

around him started to comment disdainfully,

you blended. Can the staff

staff hurriedly brought a cart

with indiscreet remarks, suddenly

Melanie. Without lifting her head, she expressed her thanks. She was indeed a bit tired, with beads of sweat

in the audience had smelled the fragrances,

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began to question, “Miss dones, don’t you want to

thirsty.” She deliberately avoided answering, smiling at the audience

her a glass of

her. Melanie leisurely sipped the orange juice, deliberately

top notes represent the public’s impression of them, while the middle and base notes represent my impressions. I believe that once you smell

words were arrogant, and not the tiniest bit modest. If she had said this before the perfume blending, the audience would have burst

silent.

who had smelled them knew she