Comprehensive Victoria's Secret

Elizabeth ran into the garden, finally feeling a little more relaxed.

It was still very cold in England at the end of March, and Elizabeth turned pale from the cold without a shawl, but she still didn't want to go back.

She now suddenly understood why Rose wanted to jump off the Titanic, because when your mind is completely at odds with the rest of the ball, you don't want to talk to anyone at all.

Elizabeth was sitting on a chair in the garden, with budding roses in front of her. She shivered from the cold, but even so, Elizabeth raised her feet boldly, exposing her ankles, and put her annoying pair of Boots off.

Even Westerners like small feet in traditional aesthetics, otherwise there would be no Cinderella story. However, Elizabeth’s resources are indeed unique. Her mother Estelle is an extremely standard French beauty. She has a pair of white feet.

She stepped on the lawn with bare feet, feeling very cold, Elizabeth had the urge to take off the shockingly large skirt underneath and split it on her body... It was so cold.

The music and dance party inside were still going on, and Elizabeth's departure was obviously not noticed. She sat on the bench with bare feet and stayed quietly, enjoying a moment of stability.

The hair has been loosened. If Estelle sees Elizabeth's current appearance, it is enough to make her faint a dozen times. However, Elizabeth can't control so much now, and she will be completely self-willed once.

"Miss Morgan...?" Elizabeth was just thinking that she would not be found to be getting more and more ugly, when a voice made her feel like she was running into a ghost during the day—even though it was midnight now.

"Are you...?" Elizabeth couldn't recognize the person in front of her at all. Under the faint light of the garden, she could only see a hazy outline and a pair of extremely charming purple eyes.

"Antonio Lancaster." The man took a few steps, and Elizabeth finally saw his face clearly through the light from the hall.

Compared with five years ago, Antonio has grown a lot, and his facial features are more mature than before, making those purple eyes even more captivating. The Italian facial features reminded Elizabeth of a very vulgar saying: "Like a Roman sculpture facial features."

He was wearing a tuxedo, a thin figure, and a standard bow tie—but it had been unbuttoned, and his shirt was unbuttoned two times, revealing his neck and part of his chest.

Elizabeth couldn't help swallowing her saliva, this is a man who can make a woman's hormones burn.

Compared with his appearance, Antonio's style is as unpleasant as ever: "The heroine of the ball is leaving now, don't you want to show off your charm to those old men?"

After being ridiculed, Elizabeth would not just let herself suffer like this, she brushed the bangs in front of her forehead: "Don't say that, Mr. Lancaster, otherwise I will think that you are jealous of those who dance with me because you have a crush on me." people."

"..." Antonio retorted immediately after a moment of silence: "I don't think those dances that only know how to dance in circles are interesting."

"So you came out?" Elizabeth put on a standard social smile again: "Does the dance make you boring?"

"...Don't use that expression in front of me when a noble lady begs a man to invite them to dance with her eyes, Elizabeth Morgan." Antonio's eyes suddenly darkened, like a crystal clear purple in the night. Crystal: "I just left the prom because the dancing was so boring."

"Boring?" In the eyes of Elizabeth, who has received modern education and a lady's education, the ball is indeed quite boring, but what is boring is not the dance but a smirk. She put away the expression that made Antonio protest: "Do you know any dance that is not boring?" ?"

"Tango." Antonio suddenly smiled viciously: "Do you know this kind of dance? Probably in the eyes of you conservative British people, those are as serious as cheating outside of marriage, but tango is not allowed, cheating is everywhere yes."

"I know." Elizabeth retorted without hesitation.

"You know?" Antonio was still unconvinced: "Then our lady would dance that scandalous dance?"

Elizabeth said with a straight face, "I will."

Although Elizabeth's dance skills in her previous life were quite bad, and she has never learned tango in this life, at least she has received a quick instruction in tango. The famous opera critic Zhao Lirong, a master of skit performances, said:

Tango is wading and wading, three steps and one sprinting and two and two turning backs, five steps and one waist, six steps and one wave, and then you wading and wading again, this is called tango.

Elizabeth looked serious: "Come on, Mr. Lancaster, let's have a try."

Antonio untied his bow tie, took off his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt a few times: "Tango should show an expression of looking around and being wary of being discovered. We just can't be discovered here—follow my rhythm."

Elizabeth kicked the shoes on her feet aside, threw the skirt underneath on the ground, and stood with only her petticoat on, making herself completely relaxed, standing barefoot on the thorny lawn: "Come on, sir."

Antonio is tall, and Elizabeth is not short. After taking off his shoes, he can only see his neck when looking at the head.

It is conservatively estimated that this product must be more than 1.8 meters.

In all fairness, Antonio danced tango very well. Even if Elizabeth had never danced tango before, she knew that a partner who could bear the weight of her partner was definitely a good partner.

"Actually, generally speaking," Antonio's voice was low and almost whispered, "you can dance with some Italian love songs or Spanish love songs—only you Brits in Europe are obsessed with those damn things."

"Actually, I'm half French." Elizabeth decided to ignore the vague irony in Antonio's words. After all, she didn't have any sense of belonging to Britain. "If you think we lack Italian love songs, you can sing me one—I don't understand Italian anyway."

"Do you want us to be discovered?"

"It's not like we're doing something we can't do," Elizabeth said, looking around the ground. There were skirts, coats, and shoes thrown on the ground—well, it really looked like a scene.

"So what do you think?" Antonio saw her looking around, and brought her down: "And...Miss Elizabeth, where did you learn your tango! This is simply a blasphemy against tango! Apart from cooperation, What you dance is a more unrestrained waltz!"

"Do you think my tango might have been learned through formal education!" Elizabeth stomped on him hard, but it had no effect because of her bare feet.

Antonio resolutely fought back, and the side of his foot lightly rubbed against Elizabeth's instep. It didn't get dirty or hurt, but it just showed the full taste of fighting back.

So the next dance turned into two people stepping on each other's feet - almost turning a good tango into a tap dance.

"Hush!" Antonio put his fingers on her lips, and said softly, "Someone is here."

Knowing that the two of them must never be discovered, Elizabeth and Antonio quickly put away a large pile of clothes on the ground with unprecedented agility. Then Antonio looked around, and after finding no reliable hiding place, he stuffed Elizabeth and himself in the Nearby rose bushes.

The person who came was Prince Edward, who was chatting happily with a woman dressed as a lady. Elizabeth hid in the rose bushes, and seemed to see that the woman was the wife of Lord Eli Foster.

"Oh~ my baby, every time I get along with you, it's like the sun shining on my heart..."

Elizabeth noticed that Antonio beside him trembled slightly.

Well, she was too sour, but in this weather, if she shivered, it was most likely cold.At any rate, Antonio still showed some gentlemanly demeanor—when hiding in the rose bushes, Antonio put his coat on Elizabeth, helping her block the sharp thorns of roses and the cold wind of early spring.

"Your Highness..."

Just as Elizabeth was wandering, she saw the pair of wild mandarin ducks entangled on the bench in her home.

Isn't it... on a chair in the garden?This is how hungry...

Elizabeth's mouth was covered immediately, and she turned away angrily, and Antonio's purple eyes were shining with a dull light.

Please, you can’t actually see anything here. Elizabeth was a girl who had been influenced by calcium tablets in her previous life, and her spirit was far less fragile. She refused to admit defeat and covered Antonio’s mouth. The two of them stared at each other for a while. , gave up and continued to stare at each other - because of the pain in the eyes, at least Elizabeth was the reason.

Covering each other's mouths, Elizabeth just watched her bench being defiled by that couple.I didn't dare to say anything, if in the 21st century she took pictures every minute and sold them to tabloid reporters...

I don't know how long it took, the man and woman finally finished their work, arranged their clothes, and left.

Elizabeth got out of the rose bushes with a sore back: "Thank God, what they did at least successfully helped us destroy the evidence."

Without speaking, Antonio threw Elizabeth's shoes to her, turned his back to her and began to arrange his coat, shirt and bow tie.

Elizabeth had to painfully put on her shoes and tie her skirt again.

"That...Mr. Lancaster." Elizabeth asked the people behind her while tying the ribbon of her skirt.

"Huh?" Antonio stopped his hand, but didn't look back.

"We should keep this matter a secret."

"Obviously, unless you love me crazy."

"Then let's keep it a secret from each other." Elizabeth put on her dress, turned around and blinked: "You can turn around now, what should we call it? 'Secret Ball in the Garden'?"

"Maybe the crown prince's secret lover." Antonio snorted disdainfully.

The author has something to say: In 1876, the wife of Lord Eli Foster, Edward's entourage, filed for divorce and claimed to run away from the Marquess of Brantford. Lord Eli Foster asked Edward to uphold justice, but Edward himself Having an affair with Lord Eli Foster's wife, refused to intervene in the matter.The Queen sided with Edward, putting pressure on Lord Eli Foster, and the matter was left alone. ——This is a real event in history.