He let out a breath, shaky and uneven. “After our fight… I wanted to do something for you. Something real. I signed up for a private class with her at Bloomingdale. I’ve been learning how to make a scent. A signature perfume. For you. For our anniversary.”
Julia’s brows furrowed, unsure whether to believe it. But Connor continued, unravelling the full truth. “That’s why I kept washing my clothes after work. The scents clung to everything. I didn’t want you to smell it and guess. I wanted it to be a surprise. A good one. A gesture.”