Celia Sterling watched her arch-nemesis in the perfume world approach, bracing herself for a confrontation.
But to her surprise, the man walked right up and politely dropped the word, "Daddy."
Celia was speechless for a moment. 'Are all the Dons from Varden this enthusiastic?'
Eldest Young Master Warren saw her blank expression, and his heart sank a little. Unwilling to give up, he tried again in an even lower voice:
"Rivermoon Daddy?"
Now Celia understood. She calmly shook her head. "You have the wrong person."
"You're not?" Eldest Young Master Warren's expression changed in an instant. "If you're not Rivermoon, why were you so eager to answer the question just now?"
"You didn't specify that only someone named Rivermoon could answer." Celia looked at her rival's frustrated face without a shred of guilt. "I'm a Perfumer. Isn't it normal to get excited when you see a challenge in your field?"
