Countless miniature shelves stood in dense rows.
All were crafted from high-end, temperature-controlled materials. A multitude of equally tiny lights dotted the space like stars in the night sky, casting a dreamy, hazy glow over the entire room.
On every shelf sat exquisite glass bottles filled with various perfume ingredients, each bearing a label.
The labels noted the collection date, place of origin, and name of each ingredient.
Even Celia Sterling, who had remained perfectly composed upon seeing Silas Norwood's enormous warehouse and dozens of safes, lost her composure for the first time.
'Silas Norwood... how could he possibly have so many perfume ingredients?'
Most were common, but a special section housed a considerable number of rare ingredients—including the very same discontinued set of raw materials he had once given her...
Her feet seemed glued to the spot, and she couldn't move for what felt like an eternity.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
