[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

The dressing room at Buckingham Palace.

Ludwig was barefoot, sitting cross-legged in a large armchair, and Luzern's ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes had already been kicked aside by her.

There was no one in the dressing room, the driver put her down and left, and the doctor was also sent out by her.

In front of her is a mosaic makeup table with white tulips on the corners. She is afraid that others will not know that it is a wedding. There are more than 300 small crystal boxes for eye shadows. A round velvet display stand, the bride's jewelry in enamelled porcelain, lit by incensed milky bulbs, so bright that it hurts the eyes.

The Visualizer is not locked.

Ludwig stared at the diamond earrings that looked like pigeon eggs inside. The little silver bird stood on the diamonds, as if gazing at his own reflection on the clear lake in autumn.

Why do you think this earring looks familiar?

But the jewelry designer Sherlock invited was good, and it was her favorite style.

...So, steal one?

No, no, you can't be like this.Stealing one is too troublesome to steal a pair.

Miss Ludwig Double, who didn't realize at all that it was her wedding, quietly and calmly lifted the bulletproof glass in an attempt to steal her family's jewelry.

... She came out in a hurry, without a wallet, and she is short of money now.

Just when she opened the glass slightly and wanted to put her hand in, a soft male voice suddenly came out of her ear:

"Good morning, my honorable lady."

--"Snapped."

Ludwig immediately closed the lid—fuck, when did this man show up?He had already walked behind her, but she didn't notice it at all!

But she soon discovered that her action of closing the glass cover was 300 taels of silver, so she frowned and said in a reserved tone:

"And these are all the jewels?"

The man behind him put his hand on the back of her chair, and there was a slight smile in the unfamiliar voice:

"No, this is just the jewelry used for the swearing-in ceremony. The jewelry for the banquet is in another dressing room... Don't you like it, Madam?"

...Damn it, a jewelry store can be opened here, she really is a poor person.

The local tyrants are in vain.

……

"Why do you think I like it?"

Ludwig opened the lid, picked up a string of round emerald-encrusted pearl necklaces with his fingers, and said in a disdainful tone:

"What day is it today?"

"Friday, ma'am."

"Oh, so the upstarts of the world crawled out on Friday?"

She sneered, picked up the emerald, put it in front of her eyes, and said disdainfully.

"If things of this taste are the highest sincerity of the Holmes family... forget it."

So I'm not a thief, this girl doesn't like these things, understand?

but……

Damn, she was too far away just now, and she felt itchy, but when she got closer, she could see clearly that such a big emerald was actually real!

It is enough to say the important thing three times-such a big emerald is real!real!real!

She likes emeralds so much!

……

"of course not."

The man smiled, and lightly took the string of emerald pearl necklaces from her hand with his fingers.

Then, without hesitation, it was thrown into the trash can:

"What you don't like will never appear before your eyes—sorry, I don't dare to decide, this is Mr. Holmes' meaning."

Ludwig: "..."

Mr. Holmes?

Who dare to ask Mr. Holmes?

Hey, is it too late for her to crawl over and pick up that stunning string of emeralds from the trash can?Want to be undefeated, okay?

……

His slender fingers brushed her hair:

"What kind of hairstyle does Madam like?"

Ludwig was still immersed in the shock of a string of rare treasures being thrown into the trash can:

"casual."

"Then pack it up."

He said gently, and opened the drawer on the side of the huge retro dressing table, which contained a whole row of perfumes:

"I need to determine the color of your base makeup through the scent of the perfume you choose... Which perfume do you like?"

Ludwig: "Whatever."

"There isn't a fragrance called 'Casual' here."

The designer humorously made a joke, and took out a bottle of perfume in a light brown crystal bottle from a wooden carved drawer.

"Then I recommend this lentisque, the extremely glamorous fragrance, which has been discontinued now, and this is the last one in the world. The aroma of pistachio and cedar has a smoky lingering feeling..."

He leaned close to her ear:

"It's like Songshan, where the air is clear after snowfall...It's very suitable for your temperament."

A cool woody floral note with a hint of horseshoe butter.

In the white to the vast background, there is a touch of deep to thick black green.

...Indeed, it suits her very well.

Ludwig stared at the trash can in a daze:

"Sorry... what did you say?"

Designer: "..."

The man turned her face around, and Ludwig finally saw his appearance clearly—it should be said that this is a man who can be seen as a fashion designer at a glance, because even in a well-tailored suit, he has no body parts. One does not reveal the breath of matching.

The watch and scarf are black and white stripes, and the retro glasses and dark green bow tie are the only decorations on his body... What's even more commendable is that the dot on the hands of the watch on his wrist is red.

Hey, if green doesn't go well with red, is it still called green?

With just one glance, Ludwig gave the man in front of him a nine-point rating for his clothes.

This strong sense of vintage color is completely her style.

The edges and corners of his face are mild, his eyes are narrow and long, if it is not for the beard around his lips, his German Junkers-like temperament, it is simply charming and handsome.

"Please be serious about your wedding, ma'am."

He said lightly:

"After all, this is not Mr. Holmes's wedding alone."

...If this is Sherlock's own wedding, she won't have to worry so much, okay?

And she's already pretty serious.In the few seconds when the driver carried her upstairs, she had perfectly calculated the height of this floor and how many windows there were for her to escape along the way.

Even when she was sitting in the car, she didn't rest.

Under Mycroft's eyelids, she certainly didn't dare to look out the window blatantly, but she had roughly calculated how many meters they walked, and where and in what direction they turned after using the relationship between the speed of the car and the time. a bend.

Who said you have to use your eyes to remember the way?

Look how serious she is.

There is a fiancé who is crazy enough to drag her handcuffed to the church to a certain level, if he is not serious, he will violate the marriage law... Her legal age of marriage is of course according to the heaven.

……

Ludwig smiled slightly:

"As for the make-up, you just need to be serious. I fully believe in Holmes' ability to know people well...you can do whatever you want."

"Then, please look up."

Ludwig raised her face meekly, thinking maliciously in her heart—if she put on a Japanese geisha makeup with white face, red lips and wide brows, walked into the British wedding hall in a wedding dress, and appeared before the House of Representatives...

Will Mycroft's career stop here?

The designer's slender fingers lifted her chin, just about to apply toner and lotion on her face...but she didn't move for a long time.

Ludwig pursed his lips.

The designer paused and sighed again:

"Ma'am, have you washed your face today?"

... wash your face?

The opportunity is here.

"Of course not. I went out in a hurry this morning."

Ludwig's eyes lit up, and he stood up immediately:

"Wait here for me. I'll go to the bathroom and wash my face. I'll be back in a while."

...be back in a moment.

This is the second time she has said it.

After speaking the first time, she almost never came back.

……

"No need to be so troublesome, my lady."

He held her by the shoulders and gently pulled her back into the seat... His movements were so gentle, so far from being forced, that Ludwig didn't realize that her arms were completely under his restraint Can't move.

He took out a wet wipe from a side drawer:

"Today you can use me as you like and treat me as your personal property."

He took her hand and kissed her lightly, his eyes were deep:

"It is a great honor to serve you."

Ludwig: "..."

what to do?She has nothing to do with such a gentle man.

A cold tissue was applied over her face, and the dust on her face was blown away... followed by foundation makeup, eye serum, dark gray eye shadow with green eye ends.

The man's technique is skilled.

He painted her eyebrows and eyes, just like a painter is meticulously and patiently drawing the pattern of a rose.

The icy cold fingers were stained with bright red, and wiped her cheeks... so there was color on her white background.

The feeling is familiar.

It seems that when she first came to Baker Street, they were chased by the Mafia into the alleys, and Sherlock used his fingers to apply make-up to her in order to satisfy "her enthusiasm for detective stories with disguised plots".

But at the time, Sherlock interrupted her when she was about to apply lip gloss...they weren't familiar enough then, and now they are too familiar.

……

He lifted her chin and slowly wiped the lipstick on her lips.

She is not suitable for light colors.

Her life can never be described as "light"... The ups and downs, the ups and downs, and the colors of the ups and downs are a perfect match for her.

……

Professional makeup artists, professional snipers, and professional chemists all have delicate hands because they all rely on touch to survive.

The man's fingers in front of him are in good condition. They don't have the roughness of ordinary men, nor the hairiness that is typical of European men. Instead, they are a pair of clean, slender hands.

This is very similar to Sherlock.

...Wait, looks like Sherlock?

Ludwig suddenly opened his eyes.

Coincidentally, the make-up artist had already finished finishing her work. His fingertips paused for a while on her face before getting up and turning the rotating mirror to her.

"How about it?"

He gazed at her reflection in the mirror and smiled slightly:

"Do you still like it?"

Ludwig didn't pay attention to herself in the mirror at all... She was staring at the makeup artist in front of her.

His eyes were deep blue, like the deep blue of the sea when the sun breaks after a rain.

...but it could be tinted contact lenses.

His face was gentle and angular, not similar to Sherlock's skeleton, at least from the appearance, she couldn't recognize it as Sherlock at all.

... Sherlock is good at disguise.

But she hadn't seen his appearance after disguise, and the only time he had changed his hair and wrinkles a little bit.

……

Ludwig narrowed his eyes.

She suddenly picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table and smiled:

"I still don't know what to call you?"

"William...William Scott."

The man paused:

"With all due respect, today is your wedding, madam, and this makeup will also be the most significant in your life... Aren't you going to take a look at yourself in the mirror?"

Ludwig glanced at the mirror and exclaimed:

"Oh, William, your makeup skills are truly amazing."

She was amazed for less than a second, then she immediately turned her head and said with a smile:

Judging by your appearance, you should be of German descent... Germans have always been reluctant to deal with British people. How did you come to England? "

"No, ma'am, I have always been an Englishman."

William's voice is a little higher than Sherlock's, not as overwhelming as his subwoofer, William's is a gentle male voice.

"Is that so? But I hear there's a bit of Germanic in your accent."

"That's because my grandmother spoke German, but I grew up in England."

He lowered his eyes and righted the mirror he had purposely moved in front of her.

He didn't say anything more, just picked up her long hair with his slender fingers, and then slowly coiled it up.

The cool hair wrapped around his fingers like black satin.

Oh, and the satin tail is a little forked.

But after he added cream to her conditioner, her split ends were much better.

He didn't use any tools, and he didn't use a lot of clips and hairspray to create an extremely complicated bun... He simply coiled up the hair, took out an emerald hairpin from one side, and pinned her hair good.

...like the first time he saw her with her hair up.

That was at Sherlock Holmes Manor, when she first visited his house.

He looked in the mirror, raised his eyebrows slightly, and picked up a string of pearls from one side and coiled them around her hair.

……

Ludwig looked in the mirror now.

But instead of looking at herself, she looked at the outline of the room reflected in the mirror.

She has not yet determined whether William is Sherlock or not.

If he is really Sherlock... Fuck me, how easy it is for the craftsmen of Buckingham Palace, is it really good to only have two windows for such a large room!There is no place to hide, how can the king and queen steal.

No, wait.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced to the changing room to the side.

British architecture pays attention to symmetry, especially a majestic place like a palace.

If there are two windows on the left hand side.

Then on the right hand side, in the bride's dressing room, there must be two other windows.