Celia Sterling keenly sensed that Silas Norwood's gaze had deepened.
It took her a moment to realize. "Did I touch on something private?"
Silas Norwood sighed softly. "It's not that it's private, but what you said, Cece, has touched upon a blind spot in my knowledge. I have no dealings with the perfumery houses, I don't know any female Fragrance Masters, and I certainly don't know anything about perfume."
Celia Sterling held out her hand to him. "Silas, give me your hand."
Silas Norwood complied, placing his large, cool, and elegant hand in hers.
Celia Sterling grasped it with both hands, lowered her head, and sniffed gently and meticulously at his wrist. "It's a very high-end fragrance. It seems like a base of ambergris and agarwood, but the aroma is slightly different..."
