One hundred and nineteen: Jasmine brings people together

The floral scent of jasmine filled the air and relaxed the tensity that flowed through them. It smelt rich, sweet, fruity, and sensual. Unlike other flowers, Jasmine was one of a kind to have a slight animalistic edge that smelt somewhat tenacious and musky. The combination of feminine sweetness and masculine wildness made the smell of jasmine universally attractive.

No one had ever visited that part of the house except for the owners, Mr and Mrs Wayne, who were long gone, their trusted butler, Alfred, and a few other trusted employees.

Shut down years ago, over two decades now since the death of the owners, no one felt the need to step foot in there. Though Alfred made sure it was cleaned and properly maintained.

"What is this place? What are we doing here?" China asked as she allowed her eyes to look around, scanning the environment.

It was way at the back of the manor, another giant building itself! It was impossible to say Ivan had never seen it but rather, decided to pay no att