Msblanche

It was a rainy evening in late summer when she entered the small boutique hotel. Her cashmere sweater lay on bare shoulders, and her skin smelled of lavender cream. Or was it vanilla? I wasn't sure. Perhaps it was also the combination...

The sky was gray, the sea restless. The wind blew into my face, cool and salty. I walked slowly along the empty beach, barefoot, my gaze fixed on the waves. In the air lingered the scent of "Thé Matcha 26 | Le Labo" - soft and creamy. He had loved this...