I don't know how to read Olène, because she does not seem to want to be read.
When I exclaim, "Oh, what glorious spring flowers!" she suddenly changes her tune and blankets me with chill.
When I marvel at her deathly pallor, she drowns me instead in a flood of nectar.
When I accuse her of being morbid, she lays a warm and cozening hand on my shoulder.
When I suggest that she might want to tone down the flirtation... oh boy, does she ever.
I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her. But owing to her prodigious talent for talking me back around, I doubt I could throw her very far.
If you ask me, Olène's more than bit of a bitch. But aren't bitches the most interesting people?
Scent Elements: Narcissus, honeysuckle, wisteria, jasmine, greens