The women leaned forward, eyes wide with anticipation as the chosen girl turned in a slow circle, allowing each of them to take a whiff.
"Oooh…" one woman exhaled dreamily, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's so soft!"
"Like cool mist over smooth leaves!" another sighed.
"And there's… something sweet in it too… like honey and crushed fruit—what flower is this?"
"I've never smelled anything like it," a third murmured, clutching her chest dramatically. "Not in all my life!"
The lucky girl holding the flower glowed with pride, standing straighter with each compliment. She glanced at Isabella with open awe, clearly feeling like a queen.
Isabella smirked, arms folded, chin tilted just slightly upward as she soaked in their admiration. "There are other colors too," she said, her tone light but calculated. "And each one smells different. Some stronger, some gentler. Depends on the shade and when you pick them."
The women gasped again, already whispering excitedly to one another.
