[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

The eyes are light green. I looked at the face in the mirror that had not undergone any sculpting, and pursed my lips unnaturally. This is a face that has been with me for nearly five months but is still terribly unfamiliar.

I find this state of silently looking in the mirror to study your own appearance terrifying, at least to others, as abnormal as a schizophrenic lunatic, or a depressed patient about to commit suicide.

Quiet around me, trying to concentrate on paying attention to the unlucky male supporting role, only to find that he finally no longer distorted his face, but stared at me with some kind of crazy eyes, afraid that I would suddenly explode He picked up the kitchen knife and chopped him up and ate him.

Too lazy to bother with him, I started digging through the makeup box, throwing back the unnecessary night cream, looking for lipstick, there are several colors.

Well, a lady of this era, I thought I could play the wife of a wealthy American businessman, but this face is too immature, so I can only consider myself an aristocratic lady of an English manor.

A noble, well-educated, dignified and proud noble lady.I close my eyes and take three deep breaths.Then tell yourself, honey, it's time for us to get on stage.

I opened my eyes and saw my familiar eyes in the strange eyes in the mirror.Even if the shape of the eyes changes, the eyes remain the same, the voice changes, the rhythm of speaking remains the same, the body changes, the soul remains the same.

Then I started the steps of makeup. If my makeup artist is here, she can give me more professional guidance, but unfortunately everything is kept simple and I do it myself.

I crossed my hands and pinched each other, then pushed back my straggly curls, which were still a bit damp and couldn't dry even after a long towel.I can only use my fingers to gently follow along, continue to follow, and then deftly divide the curly hair into several large strands with my fingers. This kind of bun is not difficult for me, except for a little hindrance in the volume of hair.I've never worn so much hair in a bun, and it took me a little longer to curl my hair into a generous shape, which I then secured with a butterfly clip.

I accidentally took too much of the heroine's things, I will return them before disembarking.Of course, I may not have a chance to go back to the upper class tomorrow, so I will wrap these things into a ball and throw them on the recliner in the upper class. As long as the owner reports the loss, they can be found.

I accidentally glanced at the big cocoon that was trapped by me, and found that guy was even more embarrassed. He seemed very determined to break free from this bondage.His eyes went from anger to madness at the beginning, and now he barely returns to some sense.The corners of his eyes drooped again, and his eyes, including his expression, revealed a certain evil and cunning taste, as if he had turned into a dark creature waiting to escape at any time and kill those who offended him.

This guy is not a good person at first glance. I calmly recalled the movie clip of him chasing and killing the hero and heroine with a gun, and reaffirmed that this is not a good judgment.

Calmly spreading the foundation evenly, I settled down and focused on the mask that a noble girl needs.When I smiled slightly, I realized that I had found something.This is the smile of a high society girl I saw on the deck, youthful and sweet, yet elegant and quiet.It's such a weird and diametrically opposed adjective that blends together unexpectedly.

I rubbed these foundations delicately over my entire face, and a few barely visible freckles were covered by a quiet blanket of snow.I started to paint eye shadow, the light blue color is almost transparent like the sky above the mountain top in the morning.

I had to make myself look healthy, the aristocratic women in the upper class don't look like malnourished wretches.

I ended up picking up a red lipstick, crushing some with my fingertips, and dabbing onto my lips delicately.The pale and malnourished lips are blooming faintly.

I smiled sweetly and gracefully again, and the girl in the mirror became exquisite and clean.

She is no longer an orphan waiting to die of starvation in the snow in a slum, nor is she the poor man who washes the clothes of dead bodies by the sea, nor is she a vagrant running wildly on the pier.She is now the pumpkin lady waiting for the twelve o'clock, and going to her own ball.

I stand up, and this body is as tall as I want to dance.I tightened the belt back, smoothed out some of the creases, and used a few garment-handling tricks to fold the excess fabric in half and hide it with little clips.Then I bent over to put on my shoes, which were a bit bigger than my feet, and I tucked my handkerchief into them.Put on the long gloves carefully, and the white gloves come to the upper arms, echoing the beige skirt.

After tidying up, I stood straight and stared at myself in the mirror. The skirt flowed gracefully down my legs, and the green ribbon was faintly visible in the cloudy skirt.I smiled, with a few strands of natural curly bangs scattered on my white forehead, and my light green eyes were as clear as the 3000-meter-deep ocean beneath the Titanic.Picky and focused, he looked back and forth three times, and after making sure that he had no flaws, he bent over and picked up a fan left on top of the chair.

Then I looked down and saw Cal Hockley staring at me dumbfounded. He seemed to be still unable to wake up from that grotesque nightmare, with a dull expression and obvious blankness in his eyes.He looked at me and blinked with some self-doubt again.

I hesitated for a few seconds, considering whether to throw him into a box and lock it up. It would be best not to be found until tomorrow when I got off the boat.It's a pity that there seems to be the sound of someone approaching outside the door. I don't have time to deal with this guy, so I can only take one step at a time.

I try to take two steps in my shoes, the skirt swaying with my movements.Carl's expression was stiff, and his eyes moved with my steps. I smiled at him subtly, nodded slightly, then opened the fan to cover my mouth, turned around, walked to the door and reached out to open the door.

Just in front of him was a male waiter, wearing a white suit and uniform, holding a plate in his hand.I opened the door and walked out, which seemed to make him puzzled. I smiled at him, and the waiter immediately backed away a few steps to let me go first. He should be the waiter in charge of Karl's suite.

I maintained a steady pace and walked into the bright white corridor, and the waiter behind me walked into the room I just came out of.I meet a couple who are going to a prom, I smile at them friendly and walk up to them naturally.When passing the corner, a middle-aged man with a deadpan face came face to face. It was Lovejoy. He passed me by.

In less than a few seconds, a furious shout came faintly from behind: "Catch that woman, that damned woman."

I continued to smile, as if this aristocratic lady's smile had already penetrated into the bone marrow and become one of the marks on my face.When I came to the elevator, one of the three elevators happened to be empty. I walked in and said to the elevator attendant, "Floor D."

"Okay, miss." The elevator attendant said with a professional and enthusiastic smile.