game of brave

New York, Manhattan's Upper East Side, it's all over.

Kristina took off the pair of shoes that didn't fit her feet the first time she wore them and threw them into the shoe cabinet.

It made a fool of her tonight, and she was pissed off about it.

She called the servant:

"Hasn't that pair of Pradas arrived by now? The fucking party is over and the shoes aren't done yet? What's the use of it, shit!"

You know, this is the traditional form inherited by the Este family, that is, the prom quota system drawn by lottery from [-] ladies.

She was finally drawn this year, and she was overjoyed.I started customizing shoes a few months ago, and the result is that even the shadow of the shoes has disappeared.

Her heart was broken, and she could only vent her anger on the maid.

Mother wanted to go up to ask about the grand occasion of the dance, but when she saw her appearance, her face instantly became gloomy.

She knew what she was like, and there was no way she could become a fair lady like her sisters.

So, before my mother could speak,

She has obediently entered the kitchen and made coffee for her mother herself.

Recently, there have been some problems with the harvest of coffee bean plantations in Cuba, and the taste of Hujue is not good enough.

I can only make do with it first to pass this time.

Mrs. Hurst sat on the sofa, waiting for her daughter to explain to her.

This set of Capanelli was bought when they were newlyweds, and they wanted to change it to a new style many times, but the husband did not agree.

Coffee was brought out.

"You know what I'm trying to say, Kristina."

"I know Mom, my upper-class status is only given by you, and what I need to do is to practice this status, so I have to understand etiquette and know how to advance and retreat. Become a real lady, right?"

"That's right, I'm very pleased with your awareness." Mrs. Hurst looked up at her, and took the coffee in her hand.

"Okay, then enjoy it slowly, I'm going back to my room."

As she spoke, she picked up her own mug, turned around and left.

Mrs. Hurst was left alone in the living room, turning the teacup on the coaster.

In the room, Christina lay headfirst into her luxurious poliform.This is my mother's favorite brand, and she likes Italian design in everything.In contrast, she prefers RH's natural sensuality.

After entering Harvard for a year, he has already established a firm foothold in an investment company.Under the interference of her father and brother, she is about to start her own company when she is under 20 years old.

She has achieved one ten thousandth of her parents' expectations, and the rest is her goal for the rest of her life.

As an oriental woman, my mother obviously values ​​the concept of home more.

However, when she proposed that she would go to China for a study tour.

Mother was the first to stand up against her.

But she just couldn't help the endless daydreams about this ancient country in her heart.

Her wallpaper is the calligraphy of the Tang Dynasty, and the wallpapers in the sisters' rooms are all high-end, but she is the only one who pasted the whole wall for herself.

This is also the point that my brother must use when he laughs at her.

The screen in the middle is priceless, and on it is the work of "Bada Shanren". It was a birthday present from her father, and it cost a lot of money to buy it.

All kinds of porcelain, wood carvings and Wenwan can be seen everywhere in the furnishings of the room.

Breaking one casually could cost millions.

She sat down and had just opened a page.

There was a noise on the stairs.She guessed that Lyme must be back.

How could the guys from the "Century Society" be willing to let him back? Shouldn't there be a new show on Broadway tonight? It is said that the branch on the Upper East Side will also be performing, so he is willing to miss it?
Soon, the sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that there was another uninvited guest.

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door soon.

Christina didn't move in her seat, she even held her breath, pretending she wasn't in the room.

But the other party was obviously sure that she was inside, and knocked harder and harder.

She finally got up impatiently, and said to herself: How many years have you been playing this trick, won't you get tired of it?
Opening the door, Lime leaned against the door frame with a mysterious expression on his face.

This was her beloved Capanelli, and at this moment she was very sorry that Rhyme would ruin it.

So she pushed him away, trying to close the door with her backhand.

Rhyme was not angry when he saw the situation, and without saying a word, he stuffed a manual into his sister's hand.

"This is the first-hand material I got. I rushed back from Broadway as soon as I saw it. I know you must be interested in this."

Christine frowned, and took the booklet with a look of disbelief.

That was Christie's latest list of auction items next month. She had seen the previous few auctions, and she didn't find many surprises.

But seeing the joy on Lime's face, she still turned over patiently.

As in the past, things from China are still those bronze wares, calligraphy and paintings.Nothing fancy.But when she turned to the last page, she saw something very strange.

Due to category issues, it was placed last.The introduction about it above is not as long and cumbersome as other lots, but only a few words.

"The unique seal of ancient Chinese underground organizations, which can be used as accessories."

Rhyme looked on with pride at his younger sister, who was obviously attracted.

At this moment, Christina's heart was turned upside down, and her indescribable longing and curiosity made her eyes shine and her cheeks flushed.

She hugged her brother:

"Lime, I knew you were the best."

After finishing speaking, he hugged the booklet and bounced back to the room.

She started frantically looking for information about it on the Internet, but just like its mysterious name, she couldn't find any pages related to it.

But that's exactly what she wants.One, absolute mystery, no one knows, and she will be the only one to open Pandora's box.

She wants to ask her mother to give her financial support as usual.

My mother seems to have studied Chinese antiques, and she can tell what kind of things should have what kind of quality, what kind of quality and what price they are worth.

So every auction, she will bring her mother.

But her mother didn't seem as excited as she was.Even after photographing things, she still looked at them the same way, like looking at a pile of cabbages in a warehouse.

But this time, she bets she'll be thrilled too.It seems to be a kind of intuition.

This thing gave her a strong intuition since it came out, but she couldn't tell what it was.

She thought, mother may have rested today.

Then keep it overnight, and then take it out to share with her at tea time tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Hurst got up very early.

She stood by the window, watching the garage door open, and a Cadillac drove slowly out of it.

Apparently the husband had already eaten the breakfast cooked by the servant, and was about to start his busy day again.