CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE - STRENGTH MISHAP

As the dinner progressed, Anna found it increasingly difficult to filter her sensory input. When Lena leaned in to whisper something to her, Anna recoiled slightly. "Whoa, Lena! Did you change your shampoo? It's so... flowery. And is that a new perfume?" Lena blinked in surprise. "Uh, yes, actually. How did you...?" Before Anna could respond, she caught another scent that made her wrinkle her nose. "Who forgot to use deodorant today?" she muttered, loud enough for several nearby guests to hear. A collective gasp went around the table, followed by awkward silence. Erik cleared his throat, shooting Anna a pointed look. "Perhaps we should step out for a moment," he suggested, rising from his seat. "Excuse us, everyone." As Erik led Anna out of the dining room, she could feel the curious stares of the guests burning into her back. Once they were in the hallway, Erik turned to her, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. "Anna, my love, I know this is all new to you, but we ne