marvelous rosaline

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It was impossible for Rosalind to wear this burlap sack inlaid with gold to the banquet.

However, Rosalin had to wear the dress presented by the "gold master". Tiago persuaded her for half an hour before letting Rosalin give up the idea of ​​throwing the dress out of the window on the third floor.In desperation, she simply went out with her pockets in her pocket and went straight to the tailor shop.

As the host, Mr. Gatsby generously invited many entertainment journalists, play critics, directors and screenwriters who had a good relationship with the Times Theater, as well as wealthy businessmen and politicians who were enthusiastic about Broadway, to his banquet.One is to make the banquet look more lively, and the other is to use this opportunity to disclose the female lead selected for "Angel Voice".

In the past, Sam Williams made Edith Poirot popular with his own hands, and now countless people are curious about what kind of rough stone he is looking for, and plans to polish her into a second singing superstar.It's just that the crew has never disclosed the identity of the candidate, and the other party is unknown, so it is difficult to start an investigation.

Today I can finally see the true face of future stars.

On the day of the banquet, the mansion in West Egg, Long Island was once again arranged into a luxurious and gorgeous venue, but the party tonight is destined not to be as crazy as in the past.The noble men and women in the parlor gathered here, waiting for the dinner to begin.They played the piano and sang, or chatted and chatted, and the themes of whispering to each other mostly revolved around the heroine who appeared tonight.

The implicit discussion continued until the butler walked into the drawing room and whispered something in Mr. Gatsby's ear.

Then Mr. Gatsby, the host of the banquet, raised his warm and friendly smile to all the guests.

"Gentlemen and ladies," he announced on the spot, clapping his hands, "I will introduce Miss Roselyn Rosakova."

Discussion suddenly broke out.

When the main door of the drawing room opened, what people imagined in advance was another Edith Poirot.

She should have classic long curly hair, elegant and noble, as if an elf stepped into the world, and a flawless and clean smile.In everyone's mind, this is what a superstar with an angelic voice in the past looked like.

But when the real heroine walks in, the guests realize how wrong they are.

The girl who walked in did look a lot like Edith Poirot, but she was also completely different from the former superstar.

Roselyn Rosakova entered with manly strides.She is wearing ivory sleeveless jumpsuits, and the fabric with a strong vertical feeling is only casually tied with a metal belt at the low waist for waist control.The young girl was already tall and slim, and her wide-legged trousers were embroidered with delicate gold thread, which visually elongated her legs. A pair of black flat-heeled leather shoes entered the guests' field of vision following her steps.

As an accessory, she used only a pair of metal headbands to tie her forehead, and the light-reflecting ends were looming in the short, crisp red hair.

Facing the people discussing, Rosalin raised a polite smile.

——If you have to wear it, then change it so that you can wear it, let’s go to the head office!

Thanks to Ms. Coco Chanel, she was the first to wear trousers on her body, and trousers have officially entered the category of women's clothing since then.Before that, women had no choice but cumbersome long skirts, but today Rosalin changed the conservative sack into one-piece trousers, which are not only neat and simple, easy to move, but also extraordinarily fashionable.

A trouser suit is enough for everyone to distinguish Edith Poirot from Rosalind: this young actor is sharp and flamboyant, and he is definitely not a simple imitator of the former superstar.

"Mr. Gatsby."

Rosalin turned to the man in front of her: "Won't you introduce the guests present for me?"

Gatsby:"……"

His light blue eyes closed, and then he stretched out his hand towards Rosalind: "Please."

Rosalin happily took Gatsby's arm.

When she was in Paris, Rosalin often led her grandmother to various social occasions. She knew how to maintain the most appropriate smile and respond to compliments from others in the most appropriate way.The appearance of the heroine is extremely important to the crew of "Angel's Voice". Rosalin tried her best to keep a nice smile in front of everyone, so that tomorrow's photos will amaze all the audience who are looking forward to the show.

After several rounds of greetings, during the idle interval, Gatsby called the housekeeper to bring a glass of water for Rosalind.

"Protect your throat," he said, "that's crucial for an actor."

"Thank you."

Roseline was a little surprised.

She took the clean water glass: "So you don't hate me that much."

Gatsby turned his head when he heard the words, surprise flashed in his light-colored eyes.But that quickly disappeared, and the man still maintained a calm and decent expression: "Of course I don't hate you, Rosalind. I don't want you to intervene, it's to protect you."

"You mean giving me a sack for a dress?"

"...such a change is very suitable for you," Gatsby hesitated for a moment, then praised, "it is indeed more moving than the original appearance."

The smirk on Rosalin's face became genuine and sincere.

She covered her chest, imitating the exaggerated appearance of director Sam Williams, and clapped: "Thank God, sir, it's not that your aesthetics can't keep up with the development of the times!"

Of course Gatsby could hear that Rosalin was mocking herself.

But his handsome face did not show any waves, and his eyes were not shaken by Rosailin's attack.The sea-like eyes are still clear, as if this light blue can hold the entire ocean.

"My words are from the bottom of my heart, Miss Rosalind." He looked at Rosalind with these eyes, and said seriously, "The dress after the change really makes you more attractive."

The attack was ineffective, and Rosalin quickly put away her smile.

Nothing, not angry.Rosalin had read the original book of "The Great Gatsby", and knew that the man she held her arm had the most sincere soul and heart of gold in the world.Rosalin knew that Gatsby would not do anything to her, but the other party tolerated her badness so frankly, which made her seem a bit naive.

Rosalin immediately lost all desire for provocation, and murmured reluctantly, "Thank you."

The girl who was still high-spirited and slightly complacent just now lost her energy as quickly as a deflated balloon, and her face changed so quickly that Gatsby felt amused.

His expression obviously relaxed a lot: "I thought—"

"—Mr. Gatsby! Won't you introduce me to the singing star of the future?"

The sudden male voice made the corners of Gatsby's mouth disappear completely.

Rosalin turned her head following the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walking over with a beautiful girl.

"Of course, of course."

Gatsby said politely: "Let me introduce you, Miss Rosakova. This is Mr. John Farrell, the owner of Farrell Bank, and this is his close friend, Miss Michelle Dexen." .”

Oh.

It is the leading actress whom Sam dislikes very much, and the investor who wants to get involved in the production.

This kind of layman who uses capital to interfere in creation is regarded as villain cannon fodder in the books Rosalin has read.But Mr. John Farrell, who walked in front of them, could be said to be polite and dignified, without any hint of a villain at all.

And the same goes for the singer Miss Michelle Dirkson next to him.

Miss Dirksen took Mr. Farrell's arm, and they leaned together in an intimate way.She has a standard American beauty face, sweet and sexy mixed together, and the innocent smile on her face is just right.

It can be felt that Mr. Gatsby doesn't like her very much, and the term "best friend" is quite subtle.

"So this is Miss Rosakova."

Miss Dexen greeted with a California accent: "I just came to the United States, will you not get used to it?"

Rosalind: "It's okay."

Miss Dexen smiled at Yanyan: "You came to New York alone, you really should find someone to rely on. Mr. Gatsby has been based in New York for so long, I have never seen him let a lady hold him like this. You are very Fortunately, Miss Rosakova, to be Mr. Gatsby's best friend."

In a word, she returned Gatsby's faint reminder to Rosalind, completely implying that Rosalin was just lucky, and she fell in with a financial backer who was more willing to invest and touch people than Mr. Farrell.

However, Rosalin completely ignored Miss Dixon's rhetoric.

Her eyes fell on Miss Dirksen's legs, which were hidden by the hem of her bright yellow skirt.

"Have you been beaten, Miss Dirksen?" she said abruptly.

Miss Dixon stared wide-eyed: "What?"

Rosalind: "I see that when you walk, you avoid contact with your legs. You are injured, right? Ordinary falls do not touch the inner skin. Has anyone treated you violently? I can call the police for you—"

"Rosalind!"

Gatsby interrupted her, raising his voice slightly.

Those sea-colored eyes turned around, revealing a hint of warning: he wanted her to shut up.

Rosalin stopped immediately.

It wasn't because of Gatsby's warning eyes—Rosalind wasn't paying that much attention to the party yet.It was she who realized that Miss Dixon might not be hurt.

When she mentioned "legs," Miss Dirksen instinctively shifted her left leg, and then tightened the hem of her skirt, as if trying to hide something.And Rosalin also smelled a very faint, subtle bitter and pungent smell in the air.

Rosalin turned her head sideways.

Because it was very weak, she couldn't determine what the smell was.

"I'm sorry," Rosalin forced a smile, "I've been delving into the role recently, and I've watched a lot of Detective Poirot's cases, and I'm a little fascinated."

"It's better not to see that kind of murder stuff."

Miss Dexen raised her chin and tried her best to maintain her beautiful smile: "It's going to be a nightmare!"

Yeah?No wonder Sam dislikes you, the intended heroine.

Rosalin didn't make any response, she just stared at Miss Dexen.The bright green eyes were so motionless that Miss Dirkson felt like a deer being stalked by a beast.

"I... feel a little uncomfortable."

Miss Dexen covered half of her face with the back of her hand: "I want to go out and get some air."

Gatsby called the servant: "I'll ask someone to show you the way."

Then he exchanged a few words with Mr. Farrell, and the topic turned to the cooperation between the two, passing the episode just now.

Rosalind stood patiently beside Gatsby, waiting for him to finish talking with Mr. Farrell.She withdrew her gaze, which was always looking at the direction of the outside, and yanked her right hand, which was originally just politely resting between the man's arms: "Follow me."

Gatsby was staggered by her: "Where do you want to go?"

Without saying a word, Rosalin followed the direction where the servant led Miss Dexen to leave.

Leaving from the direction of the living room, there is a small and exquisite garden.Rosalin pushed open the door, and the starry sky and rich fragrance of flowers instantly enveloped the two of them.She stood on the edge of the corridor connecting the garden and the living room: "I need you to accompany me to confirm something."

Gatsby: "You mean Dirkson...Miss Dirksen?"

Between the words, Miss Dirkson, who had gone out to "breathe air", had already walked over from the garden.Gatsby caught a glimpse of her and lowered his voice.

Rosalind: "Yeah."

Gatsby: "What did you just discover?"

The outdoor garden was not lit, and the preoccupied Miss Dixon did not realize that the men and women standing outside were Rosalind and Gatsby.She lowered her head slightly and walked towards the door. When she passed by Rosalin, whose back was facing her, Rosalin turned around.

She directly pulled out her long legs and placed them in front of Miss Dirksen.

Unexpectedly, Miss Dirksen immediately lost her balance and fell directly to the ground.

Rosalin directly leaned over ( ).

She stifled Miss Dirksen's screams, and put her other hand directly between the other's skirt ().Before Miss Dexen struggled, Rosalin directly tore off the object she had stuck to her skin.

It was a glass bottle, no bigger than a palm, and it was taped just above her knees.Rosalin shook the glass bottle in front of her, and a more intense and pungent smell came to her nostrils.

"What is she hiding?" Gatsby stepped forward.

"Strychnine."

Rosalin threw the glass bottle to Gatsby: "No wonder she dared not move her left leg when she was walking just now. Miss Michelle Dexon, why do you bring poison () to the banquet?"