Chapter 5 My little angel

Jane

“You’re lying!” The sales woman immediately argues. “Elise Carrington is one of the wealthiest women in the world. She would never set a foot outside in such drab clothes.”

Glancing down at my jeans and fitted black top, I press my hand to my cheek in faux shock, “How strange!” | exclaim,”I.. was sure I’d worn my ball gown today. I always try to be as uncomfortable as possible when I fly.”

The women’s faces scrunch up in confusion. Clearly they don’t understand sarcasm. “I was traveling today.” | drawl derisively, “I’m rich, not crazy.”

“What you are, is a liar!” The indignant she-wolf accuses, turning towards her colleague with the phone. “Call security right now.”

“As I said, I know what my perfumes smell like, and this is a fake – as is the one you’re wearing.” | add calmly

“That’s not possible!” She objects swiftly. “My boyfriend bought this for me last year, and he spent thousands of dollars.” She eagerly called the security guard over, “Get this liar out of here!”

“Suit yourself.” | scoff, “It’s your funeral.”

“What are you talking about?” She hisses. “What does a lowly bitch like you know about any of this?”

perfume from my purse. “This is

and rare orchids, with basenotes of wolfswood and patchouli.” Exchanging the papers i elaborate, “But this one doesn’t have the orchids or wolfswood, which are extremely expensive and difficult to find. Instead it has aconite, which smells similar and is infinitely cheaper,

of green as her sharp wolf nose notes the

thought it could only harm you if ingested, but I assure you it can be absorbed through the skin.

“No.” She gulps, “…”

week!” One of her colleagues steps forward, the woman clearly

in question could no longer speak, clearly refusing to accept that she’d been fooled,

second saleswoman

these off the

I agree, “and you should get a medical exam right away.” I inform the first woman, adding, “I would also advise washing off the fragrance.” As she runs to the restrooms, 1 turn to her colleague. “And now I’d like

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Eve

dead in my tracks. Everyone is in an

by the press. I always assumed she must be hideously deformed or something, but the woman in front of me now is

and my

smile and strides forward, extending her hand. “Elise Carrington, La Louve Founder

my stupor, I take her hand. She looks

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