Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1943 Egret Feather ([-])

Georgiana regretted being so "free" just now.

If Georgiana were a commoner, she wouldn't mind using that grandmother's handkerchief at best, which was described as "mama's warmth" at best, but she was being brought on a state visit, and she couldn't use that which would be considered Parisian fashion. People laughed at the handkerchief.

Before the rules of the Tuileries Palace were formed, anyone could say that they knew the Bonapartes and the Bonapartes, and even broke in without knowing each other very well. A shoe dealer almost broke into the room where Josephine was receiving guests, and was later arrested by the attendants. They were driven away.

Craftsmen in the old days knew that if they could serve the royal family, they could basically make a fortune in luxury goods, such as Louis Vuitton.

But that is in their own territory, and they can drive people away. Now they are in someone else's territory, even if the timing of the female salesman's sales is not right... In short, if she has a seasoned lady beside her, instead of Alice Young girl, then she can come forward to stop the female businessman.

Marie Antoinette has a lady who can misunderstand. When she sent a message to the Duke of Lauzun, it meant that the queen wanted that beautiful feather.

Georgiana doesn't want to make a "pink handkerchief" incident similar to "egret feathers".

She has always ignored the maids, treating them as students.

The skirts worn by Parisian women are so transparent that they are window screens. When she saw it when she went to a salon to steal food, she was so angry that she almost lost her mind.

From a certain point of view, she also regards herself as a "tutor", who can control the behavior of some people like a bishop.

But looking at her status at the moment, she is like the light dress on a Parisian woman, challenging the bottom line of others.

Walking on the narrow medieval streets of Rouen, she would occasionally look up at the residential buildings upstairs, alerting if someone would suddenly sprinkle excrement from the window sill to wake her up.

This is nothing strange, there will always be people who can't understand it and punish her.

Georgiana said she was here for shopping, but not for big shopping.If she likes a city, she will buy some souvenirs to go home. Those sons and brothers from London also bought a lot of luxury goods in Paris, but she has to be careful not to be scribbled like an egret feather.

When the female dragoon figure appeared in front of the female relatives, they were surprised. They probably had never seen such a "tall and mighty" female soldier.

Although the female relatives are in a mess, the security is still well done, as if Georgiana doesn't have to worry about the "golden rain" pouring down from above.

She didn't go in one store after another. The three female bosses all hoped that Georgiana could go to their own store. She would not make the same mistake as before.

It happened that she passed by a shop selling lacquerware, so she walked in.

When she opened the door and entered, there were other customers inside. The boss heard the doorbell rang and looked over, showing a surprised expression. Maybe he saw a large group of women behind her.

Georgiana walked into the store and looked around. This lacquerware store sells mother-of-pearl lacquerware, ranging from jewelry boxes to dressing tables. The black glossy lacquer surface looks white from a distance, but when you get closer, you can see it. It is the floral design of the changing color.

"You like it?" asked Mr. Martin.

Georgiana did not answer.

She remembered that Mr. Martin seemed to have the intention of adopting her as his adopted daughter.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," said the customer to Georgiana.

Georgiana looked at her.

"You may not remember me, I am Barryon's wife." The woman said, maybe seeing her puzzled eyes, the woman explained again, "He is the director of the Bank of France."

Georgiana suddenly realized.

"Do you also like this kind of mother-of-pearl lacquerware?" Mrs. Barryon asked.

Georgiana still did not answer.

Her reaction was a little weird, and everyone around her looked at her.

"I can't just say I like it." Georgiana confessed helplessly, "I'm afraid that if I say this, this thing will be placed in front of me the next day."

Mrs Barryon and Mr Martin both laughed.

"But do you like it?" asked Mrs. Barrillon.

"Yes, I like it very much." Georgiana said helplessly, "But just because I like it doesn't mean I want to own it, I just appreciate it."

"Thank you, honorable lady." The boss said proudly.

"You're welcome." Georgiana said frankly, "Can I watch alone for a while?"

So everyone else left, not to disturb her admiring the furniture.

She looked at these furniture. In fact, there was a piece of mother-of-pearl furniture like this in the palace. She didn't know how it escaped the looting of the Great Revolution, and it was still placed in the corridor.

Her suite at St. Luke's Palace looked like some sort of shady establishment, if only she had a mother-of-pearl dresser like this in her bedroom.

She reluctantly stroked the pattern of flowers and birds on the dressing table, and opened the drawer, and there was actually a small box inside.

After opening the box, she found a pair of long earrings, which were also made of mother-of-pearl. The surface of the long pendant was covered with fine pieces of mother-of-pearl, which looked very similar to the Milky Way. The earrings were made of gold. Tried it on.

Although she is short, she has a slender neck. Wearing such long earrings does not make her neck look short.

"It's so beautiful." The female relatives surrounded her and praised her.

Georgiana was a little smug, she really liked the earrings.

"We want the earring," said Mr. Martin.

"I can not……"

"Think of it as a gift from us," said a lady boss of the Rouen Chamber of Commerce. "It suits you, Madame."

"Take it."

"Yes, accept it."

Everyone persuaded there, and Georgiana took off the earrings.

It's not pure gold because it doesn't weigh enough.

"How is it made?" Georgiana asked the boss.

"Sandalwood," the boss replied, "after the shape is cut, two coats of varnish are applied on the outside, and then black paint, and then the cut shells are glued on, like these others."

The proprietor showed off other mother-of-pearl furniture "after the paint dries, then a coat of varnish and then polishing."

"Sounds complicated," Georgiana said.

"But it's worth it." The boss looked at her and said with some fascination, "Please put on those earrings, I want to see Venus' masterpiece."

"I think you can come to our party tonight, at the Art Museum in Rouen." Georgiana accepted the pair of mother-of-pearl earrings and handed them to Alice. "Remember to give him the invitation letter, you can bring Your family."

"What's your name?" Alice asked.

"Henry Becker," replied the boss.

"Are you English?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes." The boss also answered in English.

"Why are you in France?" Georgiana asked.

"My business is here." The boss asked inexplicably.

"Have you made your home here?" Georgiana asked again.

"You mean marriage, yes, my wife is a local." The boss replied.

"Are you going back to England?" asked Georgiana.

"Sometimes I go back and have a look." The boss said with a distant smile, "After my parents die, I won't go back very often."

"Is it easy to do business here?" She greeted politely.

"Your presence has brought good luck to me, and there are so many guests," said the boss in French.

The female relatives stood very politely, and no one spoke. Obviously, it was obviously not the first time for them to participate in this "diplomatic occasion".

After all, she is the wife of the big boss, how come she hasn't seen it in the market at all?

After being polite with the boss, Georgiana left the store and walked into the colorful commercial street.

Although she occasionally finds "treasures" like the store behind her, she still doesn't like shopping.

The last time she was in Venice, she also found an antique furniture store with furniture left by the Salter family.

The family of textile mills was in ruins, though they were one of the few conscientious mill owners.

Some people may like this kind of life of shouting and embracing, but she doesn't like it.

She touched her ears subconsciously, the pierced ears were pierced by Severus, and he wanted to wear a pair of snowflake earrings that cast black magic on her.

Now she was dressing someone else, although she had never thought of it when they first met.

The sun-tanned First Consul of France with a sword made her feel very novel. He was not the majestic horse riding in the oil painting, or wearing a gold laurel wreath to crown Josephine.

He was like an adventurer, young and quick-moving, and he didn't have that crush of love at first sight when he saw her.

They would have passed by, and if it hadn't been for Hathor, her honeymoon would have been over and she would be at her South Kensington flat by now.

"You must not forget who you are." She whispered, and sighed. In fact, those handkerchiefs used by commoners will still be needed when wearing clothes in the future. She will not accept them like Marie Antoinette. Feathers are used once and never used, this is everyday life.

And, she doesn't forget her wand.

Hundreds of years ago there was a woman walking down this street to the stake.

Lily also forgot her wand, and could only beg when facing Voldemort.

Severus had painted his own wand black too, or so Ollivander had made it.

The owner of the furniture store just now looked like him, and with the addition of those children dressed as wizards and carrying pumpkin candies, she seemed to have returned to the magical world.

She laughed and wondered, should she play a trick this Halloween and scare the Muggles a bit?

(End of this chapter)