The pace of life in the 18th century was as slow as the drifting clouds on the horizon.
Joseph knew about the mad rush among the ladies of the Palace of Versailles to buy Angel Water, but the news from the shop didn't make its way back to him until the following evening, brought by the assistant of the beautician.
"So, a total of 1,460 Leva?" Joseph looked at the young man in astonishment, "Forty bottles?"
"Yes, Your Highness, the ladies and madams were bidding up the price—there was no chance of buying it at the original price. I heard their attendants nearly got into a fight in the 'Source Elegance' shop."
Joseph let out a long sigh. What a mistake, he had sold it too cheaply!
*It seemed,*
*his heart was still not ruthless enough…*
*He still didn't fully grasp the weight of the aristocratic ladies' purses…*
*Nor did he sufficiently trust the influence of the Queen in the world of fashion…*