[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

This year's Paris Fashion Week was held in the Louvre, and before the fashion week even started, the atmosphere here was heated up early. Every day, various media carried a full set of equipment and squatted near the airport and hotel, trying to capture The supermodels who came to the catwalk, and if they can take photos of these embarrassing people, and add a sensational and eye-catching title, their salary is likely to double, so all parties are gearing up and full of confidence , Vow to kill a bloody way among the peers to earn overtime money for himself.

And the subject of shooting is also very particular.If you take a hundred high-definition photos of little-known little models and newcomers, it’s better to snap photos of supermodels who have become famous or are rapidly becoming popular to make money, even if it’s a mess, as long as you can still see it If it is this person, it will be very profitable, especially the little angel Vivienne Ellingson, the latest signing of Victoria's Secret.God knows how she manages to have no negative/negative/information/information since her debut for so long, everyone is guessing that she has a very strong backer, but now she has come to France, no matter what the people behind her Powerful and powerful, there should be nothing to do with this country that has always been xenophobic, right?

If you don't shoot now, when will you wait!With this in mind, countless reporters set up a net to wait for her in places where she might appear. As a result, they all waited until they doubted life, and they did not see Vivienne Ellingson anywhere.

Could it be that her backstage is really so powerful that even if she is far away in a foreign country, she can still protect her tightly?

There is no other reason, because Vivienne found someone to pick him up as soon as he got off the plane.She only brought Tonks with her when she came this time, but this unintentional move happened to cause the elite of the Order of the Phoenix who followed her to Paris to be separated from Lord Voldemort who returned to Chagang in the United States, and the precarious peace continued. Fate, fate .

"Nata!" Vivian opened her arms and hugged Natasha who was in the VIP pick-up room: "Long time no see, the days without you are dull, so happy to see you again today, I feel that my eyes are completely lit up. By the way, who are you waiting for?"

"We came to see you specially, are you happy?" Natasha gestured sideways: "Don't just see me, there is Steve."

"Happy and happy!" Vivienne put her head on Natasha's shoulders, looked over her curly red hair at the blond man standing behind her, and stuck out her tongue: "Sorry Steve, Natasha is meeting It took all my attention for the first time."

Steve smiled at her and nodded: "So you see me now?"

"How can the most handsome man present not be seen?" Vivian let go of Natasha and winked at him: "If this really happens, it can only mean that I should go to the assistant glasses."

When a group of people walked out, Natasha leaned next to Steve. She was inconceivable at Steve's ability to face Vivienne without changing his face, and asked in a low voice, "Captain, why don't you?" You blushed. Did you finally adapt to the modern society, or did Weiwei make you change?"

Steve smiled and didn't answer her.

"Go this way." Natasha who didn't get an answer was not in a hurry, anyway, she could always ask everything after a while: "There are already too many reporters guarding outside, if you go out like this right now, you might lose your bones." There are not any left, and we just finished some business here, so we might as well wait a little longer to pick you up."

"Nata is so nice." Vivienne's eyes sparkled: "You are really my goddess!"

"The mouth is so sweet." Natasha rubbed Vivienne's hair: "I'll take you there. Can you tell me in advance which brand you are going to show in Paris next?" "Chanel, I tried three times before, I've ordered one." Vivienne didn't think about hiding it at all, so she told Natasha the news that would cause countless colleagues to be jealous to the point of getting pink eyes: "Although it's not the opening or the closing, and there's only one, but I will work hard!"

"Well, dear." Natasha stuffed the suitcase into the trunk for her in a good mood, patted Tonks on the shoulder and said, "Take good care of Vivi." Tonks responded :"it is my responsibility."

"—This year's fashion week audience is more brilliant than the models." Planet Daily, even if it is not a newspaper specializing in the fashion field, does not want to miss this year's bi-annual visual feast, so Louis, a rare strong woman in the newspaper office, came out. Now, with Clark Kent eager to try in the exclusive media area, ready to earn at least one month's mortgage for himself: "Is that Tony Stark? I interviewed him before, and it feels a bit familiar, Clark, Do you see if it is him?"

Clark only took a glance and confirmed, "It's him."

"It's really strange." Louis said: "Didn't he always look down on Fashion Week, and once said wildly, 'I don't need to go to Fashion Week at all, Stark is the trend'? He has never even attended New York Fashion Week, why did he change his temper and come all the way to Paris today?"

Clark silently adjusted the recording device, deciding not to answer a word when the female colleague fell into a work frenzy.

"Okay, then it's settled, Clark." As a result, no matter whether he answered the words or not, the fateful errand would always fall on his head, and Louis made a final decision: "We will stop him when the show is over later, if we can Get a few words out of his mouth, and we will definitely get a raise next month!"

Clark silently recalled the pitiful salary of the reporter of the Planet Daily, which could barely maintain food and clothing, and the astonishing amount of war damage he suffered when he was Superman, and he surrendered to the money realistically. One of the leaders of the Avengers who had a good relationship with the Justice League sold out: "Success."

In the past, most of the autumn and winter fashion weeks in Paris were dominated by black and white two-color. After all, minimalism reveals elegance and has always been the favorite style in Paris. This year’s opening several dresses are generously cut, adding to the simple two-color in the past. More bright colors and punk elements were added, sweeping away the gentle and elegant two-color black and white dominating the world in the past.

Louis saw a figure sharply, and when he stabbed Clark in the waist, Superman almost took off in fright:

"Look, is it Ellingson waiting there, Vivienne Ellingson? Do you think it's possible that Stark came for this little girl? Although she's not yet an adult, I don't think it's too late Playboy's at it, but she's so good-looking, I know you can see, come on, Clark, to be fair, how does she look at her in a normal masculine way?"

"She's beautiful." Clark felt that his evaluation was very pertinent and conscientious: "But it won't be the one that Stark likes. Look at the cover girls that Stark has dated before. Although they are all blond, they are the same She is completely out of style by comparison, she is too obedient."

"That's true." Louis nodded thoughtfully, "Then why did he appear here?"

Clark wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head, and looked at the two people sitting around Iron Man. Who else were they Black Widow and Captain America?Could it be that it wasn't Tony Stark who was coming this time, but he came with his teammates?

It has to be said that Superman has inadvertently revealed the truth.Tony sat in the front row bored, and almost took out his phone to play:

"Since you and the All-American Mr. Benchmark are here, can I go?"

"Persevere." The glamorous female agent showed him a threatening smile: "It's agreed to help the captain one last time."

"I think the captain has completely evolved to the point where we don't need our help." Tony pointed out this point sharply: "Look, he doesn't blush even looking at her now."

Natasha's curiosity was about to explode, no matter how much she asked, she couldn't get any information: "Speaking of it, Captain, how did you do this?"

Steve avoided talking about this topic, but nodded towards the runway: "Shh, Vivi is out."

Just as they were talking, Vivian happened to come out from the backstage.Her hair was tied high, and a small hat was slanted on it. The exposed neck was slender and fair, as elegant as a swan. The black leather choker she wore formed a very obvious contrast with her complexion, which was fascinating.No, it's not so much that this kind of overly strong contrast makes people overly fascinated, it's better to say that this choker is the finishing touch in this suit, not to mention that it is made of black leather?

She was wearing a black miniskirt with a knee-length short sleeve covered in snowflakes made of white fabric. The long boots made her already slender and beautiful legs straighter, revealing a section of white skin. The specially polished and rough chain hangs obliquely on the side of the boots, and the texture of the whole set of clothes is instantly improved, which echoes the general direction of this autumn and winter fashion week: the punk style intertwined with maturity and sexiness.

But here is the problem.

Vivienne's appearance is sweet. In recent media reports on her, the frequency of using the word "sweetheart" is much higher than that of other models of the same period. Her steps are also just like her, and she tends to coexist with momentum and femininity. That would have been fine for most shows, but trying to pull off a punk vibe at Paris Fashion Week that wasn't anything like the ones she's shown before was a little more difficult.Therefore, she was able to win the qualification for Chanel catwalk this time, but after a lot of discussion, after many considerations, although this young and outstanding rookie has won one, which is very good for most rookie models. The achievement of Chanel, but this also made her miss the opening and closing qualifications in New York Fashion Week, and then passed the two positions in Paris Fashion Week.

But Vivienne didn't seem to mind at all, or she didn't understand these things in private at all, she only knew how to show well and how to push herself to a higher position through hard work.And from the moment she appeared on the stage, even Steve, who was the least sensitive to fashion, could clearly feel that Vivienne's style was completely different from before.

Every step she took was like a sharp knife cutting head-on, sharp and firm, and her eyes were bright and penetrating. If you don't look at your face or your height, just look at these eyes, it's hard to see. Connect the little sweetheart before with the powerful person now.There is almost no smile on her face, but if you look closely, you can feel a faint, half-smile, not a smile. Superimposed with those sharp and bright eyes, there is a deep-rooted coolness. Thin.

There is no style she can't control, no person she can't conquer.At the scene of Paris Fashion Week, there was a wonderful and unified silence at the moment she walked to the front of the stage. This moment of silence was a silent recognition and praise for her, and no one could take their eyes off her.She is a new star in the show and the darling of the camera. The word "throb" is well-deserved for her at this moment.After the fashion week ended, the reporters failed to block people again, and Vivienne successfully slipped away under their noses again. One reporter was so angry that he said on the spot: "I have never seen a model with such a high shelf. There is no room for interviews at all.”

Louis believed in the strength of her partner at first, but when she saw Clark came back empty-handed, with an untouched notebook and a voice recorder whose position had not changed, she was really surprised:

"Clark, haven't you seen anyone?"

"No." Clark shook his head: "But I met her assistant and made an appointment for an interview. Next weekend, she can spare half a day for us to be interviewed."

Louis patted him on the back with emotion: "I knew you could do it!"

So where is Vivienne who has become the center of their topic now?As soon as she finished changing, she was taken away by Natasha and Steve. Seeing that they knew each other well, Tonks took a leave of absence. As soon as they got on the plane, she began to apparate across the country in the next second, taking The smell of high-end perfume appeared in front of the door of 12 Grimmauld Place, London. She took out her wand and knocked on the door. After a familiar sound of metal bumps and chains rattling, she entered the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix:

"anyone there?"

"You're back!" Mrs. Weasley hurriedly walked up to her through a door at the other end of the hall, and Tonks could notice that her expression was full of anxiety, and she was even paler and thinner than when they met before many:

"Thank you, Merlin... It's a good thing you're back. That person went to America just a few hours ago. We tried to contact you, but the Patronus Charm cannot be used in places where Muggles gather, and you didn't bring a double-sided mirror."

Tonks thought about it carefully and felt scared. If she really confronted Lord Voldemort without preparation, her fate would definitely not be decent, even with Vivienne's affection for her Estimates are not too optimistic.She shivered belatedly, and swore sincerely: "I will definitely wear a double-sided mirror next time."

"Okay dear, come quickly, before the meeting is over, you can report to us what you have observed." Mrs. Weasley led her through the corridor to the kitchen, and there were more than ten people in the kitchen in a flash. Both eyes looked at her, and the previously suppressed atmosphere finally burst out the moment she saw her return safely:

"Tonks, it's really time for you to come back. Promise me, remember to bring the double-sided mirror next time, okay?"

"I was wondering whether to simply violate the International Statute of Secrecy and use the Portkey to find you!"

"Tell us quickly, is there anything about that girl that is different from others?"

Tonks thought hard for a while, and finally raised his hands tremblingly under the earnest eyes of his colleagues: "Is it really sweet..."

"It doesn't count." Everyone said in unison.

"Then I'll think about it again." Tonks tugged at her short, spike-like hair in distress. After a while, she finally remembered something different: "There are house-elfs in her house!"

The impact of this sentence in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​polarized.For those wizards from pure-blood families, or those who have a close relationship with pure-blood families, this sentence is simply a shocking thunderbolt, but for wizards who are half-blooded or simply Muggle-born, they don't understand this so-called truth at all. How different are the "different places" in:

"How could there be house-elves in a Muggle home?"

"Wait... Aren't house-elves all you need to be a wizard? I remember Hogwarts kitchens being full of house-elves?"

"It's different. Those house elves are the public property of the school, and Hogwarts Castle has existed for so many years. The founders were all famous wizards back then. It's normal to have elves, but Vivienne Ellingson is an ordinary person, not even a wizard!"

"Yes, that's right. It is impossible for a Muggle to have a house-elf in a house, even if 'that person' is her guardian." Explanation: "House-elves are slaves of ancient and wealthy wizarding families, created by wizards to serve their masters for generations. In other words, if Vivienne Ellingson is really a Muggle, her Surely there won't be a house-elf in the house."

"Tonks, I'm afraid you will stay in America for a while until you find out who Miss Allinson is." Dumbledore made a final decision:

"When Tom returns to England, you will go to Miss Allinson's with the double mirror."

Tonks nodded, and the meeting ended without any risk. Just as everyone was leaving, Emmeline Vance, another member of the Order of the Phoenix who had always had a good relationship with Tonks, discovered Seeing the slight change in her body, I can't help being a little curious:

"Hey Tonks, have you found some new hair mojo over there in America? Your hair looks really good now."

Tonks shook his head proudly and reservedly: "Do I seem to be someone who can use this type of spell well? It's all thanks to Vivienne. Hey, let me tell you, the little girl is so cute. My natural Transfiguration Magus mistook me for having dyed my hair twice, and said that it would cause great damage to the hair quality and lead me to do hair maintenance. Merlin, I haven’t lived so delicately in more than 20 years Pass."

Everyone: It sounds like you are too good at being a bodyguard!

And Vivienne, who is living a more nourishing life, is now sighing on Tony's private jet: "It's nice to have money."

It's winter now, but in front of them is a whole plate of fresh fruits, which are quite expensive at first glance. Natasha is sitting opposite her and flipping through the latest issue of a fashion magazine, and Steve is on the other side Portraits were drawn for them, while the owner of the plane was leaning on the bar and pouring himself a drink, and waved his hand casually: "Please do yourself, you're welcome."

Then everyone present saw how strictly and precisely Vivian controlled her diet.She found a shiny fruit knife and cut the fruit into cubes of one cubic centimeter of equal size - because this way she could feel more intuitively how many grams of fruit she had eaten, and began to eat according to the calorie meter found on her mobile phone .

Natasha was overwhelmed: "Does your calorie intake need to be so strict?"

"No, I just want to eat more." Vivienne poked the fruit happily: "It's a little bit more within the allowed calorie range, after all, the most critical time of the beginning of this year can be regarded as passed .Is it wrong to want to take an extra bite? No. The fat is wrong and my mouth is innocent."

Everyone present immediately put on fan filters in unison: !She plausibly justifies her gluttony and looks so cute!

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when she got home after some twists and turns.The dance party started at night, and she didn't have much time to prepare for it. As soon as she entered the room, she saw someone in the hall. Lord Voldemort looked up at her, and nodded coldly:

"Back? Let's talk."

Vivienne looked at the time, secretly anxious: "Sir, I'm going to the homecoming dance. I made an appointment with Peter before!"

Lord Voldemort turned a page of the newspaper in his hand, and Vivienne saw sharply that the photo on it seemed to move when the page was turned, but when she looked again, there was no vision: "What did you say?"

"I want to go to the back-to-school dance!" Vivienne was a little helpless: "Sir, I know you heard clearly, what are you doing awkwardly?"

Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, but he couldn't find any words to refute. After thinking about it, he decided to attribute his mentality like a real old father guarding his own Chinese cabbage to the unhappiness that the newspaper just gave him:

"What's the point of going to a prom? It's just a bunch of hormonally overwhelmed people wasting time together."

"Sir, you are really knocking down a boat with a stick." Vivienne helplessly spread her hands:

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is right, but even if it's a boring thing, I made an appointment with Peter before and will try my best to go back."

The two looked at each other silently and persistently, and the air was filled with eerie silence for a while.