On a regular day, while Emilie was tending to the flowers in her workshop, a person she never saw before wonders into her shop. Not paying too much attention to them, she greets the person with her usual kind words and smile. Yet she could smell the persons almost exquisite perfume. Her interest is piqued, and she approaches the person.

"Excuse me, dear customer. Do you need help?" She asked in a kind and gentle tone, her voice honey to the ears. On her fave a warm and kind smile.