( if he asked, she'd tell him: it's the same perfume her mother had worn, one that carried the subtle southern sweetness of magnolia and honey, one that rested even now in a place of pride atop her vanity. or, in the case of her starter apartment in cadelle, that lavender colored bottle of guerlain perfume sat atop what she was considering her makeshift vanity space in her very cramped bedroom. she really needed to find somewhere a little more suitable.

but he doesn't ask, so caroline doesn't mention it. instead, she takes back the drink when he hands it to her, her fingertips brushing along the back of his knuckles for a moment before earning a firm grip on the glass. ) I could say tell me about yourself... but that's a pretty vague question, I know. That wouldn't be very fair. ( and, above all things, she thinks it's important that they're fair in this. give and take. )

Where's your favorite place here to go? Other than Mahogany, I mean.