CHAPTER 497: CHAPTER 497: ORANGE BLOSSOM COOKIES

Ruby Sullivan was just about to say that the organizers had already arranged a dance partner for her when Anna interjected, "Wenny is worried about this, are you going to be her Black Knight?"

Honey laughed.

Honey actually laughed.

"I hope I have the honor."

"Hmm, of course," Ruby Sullivan said with a smile and took a big sip of her milk tea.

After finishing his waffle, Honey left, but not before leaving a number for Ruby Sullivan, saying it was for use in Veridia over the next few days and would be convenient for contact tomorrow.

Watching his figure disappear, Anna couldn’t help but sigh, "I suddenly feel a bit envious of you."

Ruby Sullivan blinked, not sure where her envy came from.

"No wonder you didn’t want to introduce Honey to me earlier, turns out, he’s one of your suitors," Anna turned her head, her tone filled with disappointment.

Ruby Sullivan lowered her head, "Don’t talk nonsense, we’re just ordinary friends."

Anna knew that although Ruby Sullivan considered her a friend, there was still an employer-local guide relationship between them. Hearing her avoidance, Anna immediately dropped the topic, "Then how about I take you to try some orange blossom cookies later? I especially love that warm, fragrant cream aroma. It might give you some inspiration."

Ruby Sullivan nodded, "Sure." In fact, after Honey left, she was a bit absent-minded.

She didn’t want to stay in contact with men who had clearly expressed their feelings for her. Even after refusing, she still always smiled and agreed to be friends. But Honey was somehow different. Setting aside his formidable nature, his help had left her unable to put on a stern face and say they should keep their distance.

But she felt that some things still needed to be clarified, so tomorrow she must maintain the distance between friends!

Ruby Sullivan followed behind Anna absent-mindedly, not even processing what she said, until she bumped into Anna’s back, realizing that she had been out of it all along.

Anna looked at her lost expression, pursed her lips in understanding without saying a word, then squinted and smiled, "There’s a rumor that this shop called Natasha’s was opened by the owner to commemorate his first love. He could never forget how the girl named Natasha loved cream cookies. They met during the orange blossom season, so whenever he saw the flowers bloom, he would think of Natasha’s smile. To ease his longing over four years, he created these orange blossom cookies, which unexpectedly became a signature snack in Veridia."

Anna finished and pulled her inside, "Orange blossoms have anti-depressant and calming effects. I think after you eat them you’ll feel completely relaxed."

Ruby Sullivan realized her heart had been seen through, gave an embarrassed smile, and linked her arm, "Let’s go."

Entering the small shop, Ruby Sullivan was intoxicated by the store’s milky aroma. It wasn’t a rich sweet scent that could be overwhelming. The milk fragrance combined with floral and a tiny hint of mint, refreshing yet with a bit of depth, the mere smell was enough to mesmerize.

Seeing Ruby Sullivan unable to resist closing her eyes in enjoyment, Anna leaned close to her ear and asked quietly, "Doesn’t it smell wonderful?"

Ruby Sullivan opened her eyes, smiled sweetly, and said, "This is indeed a good place."

Anna immediately recommended several cookies she thought were the best, and Ruby Sullivan, unable to resist the aroma’s temptation, bought several types of uniquely shaped, richly flavored cookies. If they could make this scent into a perfume, it would definitely need to be labeled non-edible on the bottle.

The flower language of orange blossom is the bride’s joy. Ruby Sullivan suddenly thought of Anna’s story from earlier and couldn’t help but ask, "What happened to the owner’s first love later?"

She instinctively felt that this wouldn’t be a happy story, just like all legends passed down, only those with a touch of sadness are remembered.

Sadness is an emotion that stimulates human memory more than happiness.

Thinking this, Ruby Sullivan suddenly regretted asking such a question.

This shop was opened for the sake of a first love, and even the signature cookies were made for that beloved. How would his wife face these things?

The flower language of orange blossom is bride’s joy, could his wife smile after tasting the cookies her husband made...

Unexpectedly, Anna giggled and said, "After the war, the owner’s first love came back, so the shop has continued to operate through generations."

Ruby Sullivan was taken aback, bitterly smiled, "Then you should have said the cookies were made for the wife from the beginning."

But Anna waved her finger, "Isn’t first love even more beautiful? That’s the Gallian romance."

Ruby Sullivan slowly pondered her words, feeling like she understood something, yet it remained vague, but she knew this would definitely help with her Paris market research for the new product.

Later that night, back at the hotel, Ruby Sullivan recorded in her notebook all her impressions of wandering around Veridia, be it the sweet milk tea or cookies, these taste bud-stimulating foods equally stimulated her sense of smell.

A honey-sweet young girl must hope to become more delicious herself, right? The image of a girl transforming into a cake beauty appeared in her mind, and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

Ruby Sullivan was like this, every time she thought of something related to perfume, she would foolishly fall into her own world, showing an expression completely unrelated to her usually cold and competent appearance.

Because she was occupied with envisioning perfumes all night, she ended up forgetting about dancing with Honey, until the next morning while finishing her toiletries, she saw two MMS photos on her phone and remembered.

Honey said he didn’t know what dress Ruby Sullivan would wear, so he sent pictures of himself in white and black suits, asking which would better match her.

Ruby Sullivan never expected Honey to be someone who would pay attention to such details, something like, isn’t this that cold-hearted killer kind of vibe,

isn’t it that kind of feeling? She thought of the male protagonist’s round sunglasses and looked at Honey’s excessively handsome face, having to pat her face to wake up.

She replied, saying the black one looked better, as she would be wearing a champagne-colored ball gown.

Ruby Sullivan’s gown was custom made, wearing it had the air of a traditional noblewoman from the Gallian medieval era. It had a low-cut tight waistline with a large skirt, petal-shaped cuffs, and white trims on the neckline and hem, extremely flattering to her figure.

However, Ruby Sullivan had become too slender recently, and wasn’t sure if her previously proud two assets had shrunk, but for the dress to look good, she couldn’t care less about the heat and had to wear a corset to appear regal.

After changing into the dress and checking herself in the mirror, she was very satisfied, then quickly changed back into casual clothes. Just wearing it for a little while made her unbearably hot, hoping that the evening would be cooler.

She tidied up and immediately headed out to get her hair done. To match the medieval noblewoman’s outfit, she had to transform her long, straight black hair into a retro wave and create a cute airy fringe.