563: Reconciling Fragrances and Feelings

In the quiet of the second-floor lounge, away from the curious eyes and ears of the banquet crowd below, Emma presented her new perfume to Mrs. Batzee. The soft clink of the bottle as she handed it over was nearly drowned out by the loud beating of her heart. It had been years since she last crafted a fragrance under her teacher's guidance, and the moment felt both nostalgic and nerve-wracking. Mrs. Batzee carefully uncapped the bottle, her expression unreadable as she took in the scent. A moment of silence stretched between them, heavy with anticipation. Then, her features relaxed slightly, a subtle indication of approval. "The top notes are assertive," she commented, her voice a mix of critique and surprise. "You always did have a bold approach. It’s a strong start, Emma. Clearly, you haven’t lost your touch." Emma exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Mrs. Batzee’s acknowledgment, even if partly critical, was a validation she hadn’t known she needed until that