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While still with these thoughts I realised I had forgotten about my other gift. I ran down the stairs, into the lab and found the gift and something else with it. A note. Bon anniversaire ma chérie On t’attend chez Oncle Michel . J’espère que tu aimeras la parfum que j’ai créée spécialement pour toi. On se voit à 19h. Happy birthday darling We are waiting for you at uncle Michel's house. I hope you like my creation that I made just for you. See you at 7. A perfume creation? Just for me? Wow! I had to try this. I ripped open the box for the gift and found a little bottle with some perfume in it. I was nervous. I carried it with me to my room and placed it in front of the mirror. I needed to be completely dressed before I tried it on. So I looked around for my favourite shoes and I found them just where I always kept them. Next to the clothes drawer. Sliding into them, I stood in front of the mirror and thought to myself, 'I wish mom could see me now.' But then I knew I’d see her soon. At 7? I looked at my watch and realised it was 6.30. Time to put on the perfume and rush. Making sure I did it like how my mom always sprayed perfume, I sprayed a little perfume on my wrists and let it settle and gently rubbed the insides of both my wrists. And then rubbed them again on the sides of my neck. Then I sprayed a little of the perfume in front of me and walked into the spray letting the perfume settle softly on my hair and skin and my little black dress. The first whiff of sweet sour syrupy cherries, licorice, almonds, smoked black tea, bright bergamot followed by earthy patchouli, rose and Indian mint. I was in a different world. The perfume was magical. I was a bit nervous but felt, in a very different way, confident. Was it la petite robe noire or was it the fragrance? Maybe it was both. lab just like I knew she was pretending to forget my birthday since this morning! Mothers and daughters have this strange connection I guess and never need to lie or pretend to each other. We always know. I was so excited as this message meant that there was a gift somewhere and then I saw it. Just under the writing were two packages. I couldn’t resist myself and lunged towards my gifts and unwrapped the first one. And voila , it was perfect. Simple and elegant. It was a little black dress… une petite robe noire . I was so excited that I just couldn’t resist trying it on. I ran out of the room and up the stairs to my room. After a quick shower, slipping into my lingerie, I looked at the dress that I had carefully laid on the bed. It seemed to want to be on me and I wouldn’t let it wait. I slid myself into the dress and it felt like my second skin. It was more than perfect. Only a mother can know her daughter this well, I thought to myself. I tied my hair and looked into the mirror. No, this dress didn’t need my hair to be tied. It was about freedom. I needed to let my hair loose. Letting my hair fall on my shoulders, I tidied it up a bit. I felt beautiful. Almost as pretty as my mom. P A R F U M P L U S 8