Initially, the Duke was certain that the smell was coming from the basket the Count was holding.
After all, the man was practically clutching the large bundle to his chest like a newborn, and Duke Leander would have been the first to admit that he had seen stranger things as the father of the usual source of said strange things.
But the more he sniffed, the more his brows furrowed.
Because all of a sudden, the scent wasn't just coming from one place.
It was everywhere.
Rich. Warm. Deep. The kind of aroma that didn't ask for attention but instead seized it by the collar and dragged it closer. Surprisingly, it wasn't his wife this time around.
But just as he should have expected, he wasn't alone in noticing it either.
One by one, conversations faltered. Heads turned. Noses twitched. A low ripple of murmurs spread through the waiting area as the remaining crowd instinctively tried to pinpoint the source.
Unfortunately for them, they were already too late.
