One year later and Marley's business had begun to decline badly. She had not been able to source the unique floral substances that were the base notes of her perfumery.
She had tried to match the aromas with high-end synthetics, but because she had used some ghostly olfactory counterfeits, they had taken on the signatures of the cheaper brands. The ever responsive public quickly moved to the counters beside her's, taking their money with them.....
Her fairy-luster charm had fallen away, and, in the eyes of most, she was quite insignificant. Her former glamour had been taken for granted, and now Marley was at a loss as to where her attractiveness had gone.
She thought commonly with paraphrases and spoke using blanket judgements. Marley lived with a tabloid acceptance of the world, unquestioning the 'norm' - resolute, resigned, and although only in her early thirties, her demeanour had grown decidedly elderly.
She preferred her own company second only to the cat, who would idly brush up against her now and then with an unspoken yet persuasive dominance.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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