(Short story for a challenge in Mirakee)

Prompt:

Write another creative piece associated with the sense of smell.

Story:

I took a sniff–well not that obvious for others to see–from the smell of the flowers that I hold in my hands. It was the only thing calming my nerves from the stares I was receiving.

Five, six, seven–

"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet." The white haired man who walked by my side let out a chuckle, but didn't bother to take a look at me.

"What?"

"Stop counting your steps. By the way, we're here. There's no way you can back out now."

The scent of a faint cologne reached her nose. I sniffed the air again. That smell!

I looked up and smiled before giving my bouquet of flowers to someone else. Though I didn't miss the cold glare and the short threat the white haired man gave to the person I smiled at, and to the man I was going to share the rest of my life with.

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