The Little Perfume Shop Off The Champs-Élysées. Rebecca Raisin

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СКАЧАТЬ of her monologues, I pulled the pink dress from its hanger, and laid it on her bed. ‘All right, relax, it doesn’t need ironing. Just hurry up.’ Honestly, she acted as though she was used to having hired help at her beck and call.

      Miraculously she showered in under five minutes and, wrapped in a towel, sauntered back into the room, bare-faced and beautiful. Without all the make-up and the thick ebony eyelash extensions, she was lovely, like something out of a Botticelli painting.

      ‘Merci, Del,’ she said quietly. ‘Without you, I might have missed the first morning.’ She gave me a grateful smile.

      As she pulled the curling iron through her hair, she sung softly to herself. There was no sign of the previous evening’s abundance of vin rouge and lack of sleep, and she looked every inch the bright-eyed sunny Parisian once more. Life was so unfair. If I didn’t sleep well, the next day I resembled the walking dead no matter how much make-up I applied, and today was no better. My eyes resembled a puffer fish in protect mode that no amount of concealer could fix. But I reasoned the French probably grew up quaffing wine so it had no adverse effects on their complexions.

      ‘We’re roommates so we have to stick together, right?’ I said, knowing I had to be careful of Clementine and keep friendly.

      She broke off her song. ‘Oui. You’re mon amie, and I am yours.’

      Friends? Perhaps we would be. Once the shutters came down and Clementine wasn’t on show, she was calmer, more real. In front of others she was a caricature; a big, bold woman of the world. Was it a ploy, that drama, to get noticed in the competition, to stand out in the group of perfumers? Hard to tell at this early stage.

      Outside, birds chirped; their mellifluous musical chatter drifted in, as they gossiped among themselves and we joined in too. Clementine gave me the low-down on everyone in her overzealous way. She thought Lex was too old to be a threat (he wasn’t that old, and he most certainly was a contender) and Lila was too timid. And Clementine believed that Anastacia was the danger. She’d studied under some formidable perfumers and didn’t give much away about technique or skillset, so she thought we should freeze her out.

      ‘Freeze her out? Clem, that’s school yard behavior.’

      She frowned. ‘Oh, Del, you’ll never get anywhere with an attitude like that! Don’t come crying to me when she wins, then.’

      I shook my head. She was clearly put out that I wouldn’t consider such a thing.

      ‘Trust me, I won’t.’

      Thirty-four minutes later we were downstairs and ready to greet the day.

      Breakfast was a noisy affair. We ate slowly and had long enough to down a couple of strong black coffees and munch on some fresh flaky croissants before assembling out front as instructed. The mood was ebullient; we all wore wide smiles, and fidgeted and jittered in anticipation. What would the day bring?

      Lex wandered over, his face grey in the light of morning as if he hadn’t slept well, but his lopsided smile firmly in place. What kind of perfume would fix that malady, that sleeplessness that plagued him? Maybe a lavender and bergamot blend?

      ‘Hey, America. Ready to battle it out for the lead?’

      ‘Ready as I’ll ever be,’ I said. The air was electric with the unknown and I couldn’t wait to get started.

      Maybe Lex would be an ally? The chat with Clementine and the whole freeze-her-out conversation left me a little dubious about her motivations. There seemed to be two sides to Clementine. I told myself to be careful, and not trust so easily. It was a game, after all, and the desire to win hung heavy in the air, though we all tried to downplay it. But with affable Lex, I felt as though he had the potential to be a real friend, and that I wouldn’t have to pretend around him.

      ‘What about you?’ I asked.

      ‘I was born ready,’ he said, laughing, the deep lines near his eyes crinkling like stars.

      We huddled together, awaiting the Lecléres. Would there be an explanation as to where they’d been the evening before?

      The group hushed as Aurelie appeared, a tight smile in place. Just behind her stood a man, his back to us as he spoke in rapid-fire French on his cell phone. Would this be the elusive Sebastien, finally?

      I waited impatiently for him to turn, excited to finally see the man in the flesh! He wasn’t tall like I’d imagined, but he filled out his suit in all the right places, and even from behind, he had a presence you couldn’t miss. He finally pivoted to us with his brow knitted. And those brows were glorious as far as men’s brows went. Black as midnight, and arched just so, framing those luminous green eyes of his. And then it struck me, a realization so chilling I gasped. Please god, he was not the elusive Sebastien Leclére!

      Not him! My stomach flipped – of all the luck!

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