marvelous rosaline

12

Rosalin thought that Gatsby would invite her to a banquet, from which she stopped by to meet Tom Buchanan's family.However, the next morning, the invitation letter delivered to the detective agency was a clean handwritten letter signed by Nick Carraway.

"Remember, you are here to find out the news."

Thiago personally drove Rosalind to the dilapidated villa located among the mansions, and couldn't stop telling him: "Don't offend the other party, Rosalind, Buchanan is considered an old family in the United States. Their style of doing things is different from everybody you come across in New York."

Rosalin glanced at him strangely: "I'm from Europe."

The implication is: American aristocrats are still nobles?

Thiago paused, and then said helplessly: "Anyway, you have to be cautious in your words and deeds... Moran and I will be watching outside."

Rosalind: "I see."

And she didn't come here purely to inquire about news.

Today's Rosalin, in line with the principle of gathering among friends, specially changed into more casual clothes.Wearing an ivory straight dress, short red hair is only decorated with white headbands.Rosalin was already tall, and it wasn't a formal occasion, so she simply wore a pair of flat shoes.

Even so, when she rang the doorbell, she still saw a bit of surprise from the eyes of Nick who went out to greet her.

"Miss Poirot!"

Nick Carraway, who had kindly helped in the past, raised a smile of joy from the heart.He hurriedly asked Rosalin to come in: "I didn't expect you to come."

Rosalin also gave back a smiling face to the young man: "Forgive me for being abrupt when we met last time, sir. It was a special situation at that time, and I could only choose to conceal my identity."

Nick waved his hand quickly.

He led Rosalind in with great vigor: "I believe you have your own reasons, but I didn't expect that it was the famous Rosalind Poirot who ran into my yard that day."

"—who is famous?"

Nick's voice fell to the ground, and a soft female voice laughed from the dreamy and gorgeous living room decorated like a fairy tale.

Rosalin raised her eyes and saw that there were still two guests sitting in the living room.

The man is strong and majestic, his physique is like a professional athlete, and his solid figure is wrapped in an expensive suit; the woman is petite and charming, with a beautiful and gentle face under short light blond hair, and a pair of affectionate eyes looking towards Rosalin .

Nick was in high spirits: "Daisy, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Gatsby's guest, Miss Rosalind Poirot, who recently became popular on Broadway. Miss Poirot, these two are Tom Buchanan Sir and his wife, Daisy, are my friends and cousins."

"Poirot, Rosalind Poirot?"

When the words "Gatsby's guest" landed, Daisy, who was lazily leaning on the sofa, changed her expression subtly.

Subconsciously, she sat up straight and looked at Rosalind again: "I didn't expect Miss Poirot to be... so young."

Tom Buchanan turned his head sideways: "What?"

Daisy: "It's nothing, she's really pretty. Much prettier than in the pictures."

"Thank you." Rosalind said politely, "You look good too, Daisy."

only……

To be honest, Rosalin was a little disappointed.

No matter which version of the movie it is, Daisy's cast is very good.What impressed Rosalin the most was not their beautiful appearance, but their ethereal or moving eyes.

Daisy in the movie gave Rosalin the impression that she was like an elf who didn't eat fireworks. Because of this, when she later blamed Gatsby for killing her husband and mistress by mistake, her appearance became even uglier.

And Daisy in reality——

Beauty is beauty, but Rosalin works on Broadway, has she seen too many beauties?

There was a strong smell of chemicals on her body. Girls in the Jazz Age did not know how to scientifically protect skin like the future. Rosalin could smell the smell of chemicals almost immediately. skin care products.

Rosalin also smelled perfume, expensive silk products, cosmetic powder and hair shampoo.

From top to bottom of Daisy's body, there was no smell that was not given to her by money.

She has nothing but looks.

Such a person, in front of Rosalin, is like a paper man decorated with beautiful gemstones. It looks exquisite and luxurious, but it is actually fragile and empty inside.

how so.

Rosalin tilted her head, trying her best not to show her emotions.

"Rosalind Poirot?" asked Tom Buchanan again.

"Tom is always like this. He never cares about entertainment news." Daisy explained with a smile: "This is the leading actress in "Angel Voices". You can’t find good tickets for the venue.”

"If you're interested, I can give you two." Roseline suggested.

"Let Daisy go with her friends."

Buchanan was not interested: "Your accent is French?"

Rosalind: "Belgian."

Buchanan: "You are indeed young, if there are other options..."

Buchanan didn't say anything after that.

Rosalin raised her eyebrows.

It seems that Thiago told the wrong person, thinking that he would be the one who can't speak in the room.

From the meaning of this, it seems that Rosalin is not an actress, but a prostitute in the sea.

"I heard from Mr. Gatsby that the Buchanan family has a long history." Rosalind said kindly, "It should be a very, very long time, right?"

"That's true for upstarts."

When mentioning his family, Buchanan's face brightened a bit: "But it's not a long time, it's only a hundred years."

Rosalin nodded heavily: "It's really short."

Buchanan: "..."

Rosalin kept smiling: "However, for the history of the founding of the United States, it is already very long, and it is normal to be inferior to European nobles."

Buchanan: "..."

It was very awkward inside.

It was Daisy who finally broke the dead silence with a chuckle.The petite girl stood up, and happily pulled Rosalin aside, as if they had become friends at first sight: "Tom is real! He is a big bastard, he can't speak, and don't take it to heart. Don't Offended Miss Poirot, I still want to see "Angel Voices."

Daisy took Rosalin's hand, and the two came to the edge of the window away from the sofa, as if they were in the posture of "if women want to talk about their girlfriends, please don't interrupt".

"I heard it."

She spoke sweetly: "Mr. Gatsby invested heavily in "Singing Angels" in the first place, didn't he?"

Rosalind: "Yeah."

Daisy: "He has a really good vision! Others say he is a nouveau riche, but ordinary nouveau riche, how can there be leisure to invest in operas?"

Rosalind: "It's a stage play, not an opera."

Daisy: "It's all the same."

Where is the same!

Rosalin gave Daisy a strange look.

And "Angel's Voice" is not short of investment, how many people are waiting to invest in the script of Williams and his wife!It's just that Sam doesn't like investors to intervene at will.

"It's so kind of you."

Daisy said cordially: "Young and beautiful. Youth is a woman's job. This is the best time to do some exaggerated things. When you enter the tail at the age of 20, then consider finding a good family to marry. This kind of life is the best." No regrets, will you?"

Rosalind: "..."

Why is she talking so strangely.

Not to mention the ethereal image of an elf in Tolkien's works in movies and novels, such a Daisy can't even match Miranda or Mrs. Aurora's finger.

How can a standard rich man's wife with beautiful pendants, an empty head and an empty life compare to ladies who have their own businesses?

At this time, Rosalin was even a little disillusioned: Could it be that Daisy in the novel and the movie is entirely due to Nick's filter being too thick?

Rosalin desperately recalled the content of the original book.

It must be said that it seems that Daisy's talents are not mentioned in "The Great Gatsby".She is good-looking and charming, and she lay lazily at home as soon as she appeared on the stage, as if she was a fairy who came to the mortal world for vacation.

And that's what she's been doing all along: teasing her babysitter-careful daughter every day, hanging out socializing with female companions, and waiting for a husband who'd rather have an affair with a vulgar and mediocre shopkeeper than give her a second glance Change your mind.

Throwing away Fitzgerald's fantasy descriptions, uncovering the false veil of money and gold dreams, what is left of such a life?

It seems that it is indeed as empty as Daisy who represents it.

how so.

In an instant, Rosalin lost all interest in the beauty in front of her.

"I heard that you know Mr. Gatsby?" Rosalind asked perfunctorily.

Unexpectedly, after these words landed, Daisy got a surprised expression: "You know, I—"

There was a commotion in the living room, and then Nick called out to the balcony, "Mr. Gatsby is here!"

The two ladies turned their heads in unison.

Jay Gatsby was long overdue.

He still has that dignified appearance, is still fashionable, flamboyant, but can't hide his military demeanor.In the past, Rosalin felt that Gatsby's behavior covered up his proper momentum and charm, but in today's room, Rosalin felt that even the lingering corpse smell on his body was extremely fresh. .

At least, this smell is related to the world that Rosalin can understand more easily.

Daisy saw Rosalin's eyes glued to Gatsby, and the beautiful smile on her face shrank slightly.

"Don't be angry with me, Miss Poirot."

She said in a low voice, "It is true that Mr. Gatsby and I have often seen each other recently, but we are just friends! My cousin Nick can testify that he was with us when we met."

Rosalind: "..."

Daisy: "Nothing else really. I heard you moved out of Mr. Gatsby's mansion, didn't you?"

Rosalind: "..."

It dawned on her.

Because of Moran's stalking before, Gatsby and her pretended to be a "couple" for a while.

It turned out that Daisy regarded her as an imaginary enemy!