Nancy slipped off her heels and crept down the long dark hallway of the deserted inn. The sleuth’s trusty flashlight danced through each passing doorframe. It was less than an hour since she had shared that icy glass of lemonade on the inn’s southern porch with Bess and George; now she thought she could hear the pounding of her own heart echoing down the passageway as she tiptoed quietly. It was up to her to find the Duchess’ jewels. But at this point she had far more questions than answers...
Scent notes:
lemon, citron, french lilac
10oz | 60 hours