Enna Clark clutched her phone tightly, her expression complicated, "What did you really want to talk about when you invited me to dinner at Left Bank that day?"
"Huh?" Olivia Lewis responded quickly, "It was about Adam Sinclair, wasn't it? I wanted you to talk to Young Master Lawrence, so he could handle that freak. What's the matter?"
"Olivia, I'm serious. What did you really want to tell me when you asked me out for dinner that day?" Enna paused, then said, "I found the same perfume scent on Baron Lawrence's shirt twice in a row."
"This... perfume, right? Women all wear it, it's normal to run into the same one.", she tried to play it off.
Her playing it off only made Enna's heart sink deeper. The more Olivia brushed it off, the more Enna's heart sank...
"That perfume was the limited edition from V that I bought with you."
"..." Olivia's laughter stopped abruptly.
