[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret looked at each other and said, "I need a venue."

"What?" Gaston asked, putting down his teacup.

"Showing ready-to-wear with real people."

The man raised his right hand to scrub his lips, and the tea he just drank moisturized his lips, making them look plump.

"Nobody's ever done that," Gaston said, looking at Margaret, who smiled.

"So now someone has to start doing it."

The young man licked his lower lip, then asked with a smile: "If I agree, what benefits will you give me?"

"What do you want?"

Margaret was a little unpredictable about this man, so she simply asked him directly.

"You have to let me think about it." The young man blinked, and Margaret nodded.

"can."

The black-haired man looked at her, then smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, leaning back on the soft chair, in a lazy and relaxed way.

"You shouldn't give people so much room to take from you, ma'am."

Margaret smiled slightly: "Is this a kind reminder?"

"A little suggestion." Gaston made an amusing gesture.He then pursed his lips and said, "At least let me be the first audience."

Margaret smiled: "Of course."

They were on the second floor, Margaret's bedroom. She used to put the workspace directly in the bedroom, because it made her feel more at ease, after all, the bed was within easy reach.It's just that she obviously didn't realize that it was obviously not a smart decision for a woman, a former courtesan, to take a man back to the bedroom and close the door behind her.

Margaret realized after Eric came in for the second time to give away the sugar bowl that he forgot to take just now, and Gaston just looked at her with a smile.

"You should have told me." Margaret opened the bedroom door and let the door open. Eric outside the door was relieved, but he still didn't leave, like a soldier on guard.

"I'm just a little curious about how Mrs. Margaret is so at ease with me, a playboy."

"Oh, is that so? I thought your name was Gaston Garrel." Margaret smiled.

The man laughed too.They didn't say anything more, but concentrated on looking at Margaret's design draft.

Margaret heard some of Gaston's words, and suddenly felt that this man seemed to have a lot of ideas, such as the white pleated skirt, the man suggested not to make a low-cut neckline, but to make it into a mid-neck.

"I've never seen a woman in Paris with a mid-neck dress," Marguerite said with a smile.

The man rolled his eyes, then said, "So now someone's going to start wearing them, isn't it?"

Margaret laughed even more happily, and then she discovered more amazing things, such as Gaston, in addition to having a good sense of aesthetics, he can also cut.

"I don't need to ask you out of curiosity, can you knit a sweater?"

The young man grinned: "Unfortunately, I really don't know how to do this."

They sat together and discussed in full swing. Eric outside heard what the little boy said just now. Although he didn't quite understand what he said, what he could know was that he didn't look like a nobleman who only knew how to drink and have fun.

After Gaston left, Margaret was packing up her design drafts when Eric came in.

"Madam, I want to learn how to be a tailor with you."

Margaret put down the things in her hands and asked, "Why?" She didn't think Eric liked these things, he was a bright and active boy, and he always preferred to be in the yard than to look at the clothes. Stay here, take his gadgets and tinker around here.

Eric pursed his lips and said, "He can make you laugh, whether it's me, Nanin, or Julie, we don't understand these things, he knows, he makes you happy."

Margaret couldn't help but smile when she heard the boy's honest words.

"You guys always make me laugh too. Eric, you don't like being a tailor, at least not right now. You just do what you like and don't change your mind for me or anyone else. When you say broken I was glad about the fence and the goats, too, because I can see you love them."

The boy nodded, and then he walked towards the door, and turned around after a while, holding the door frame with one hand, and asked, "May I talk about the repaired fence and the goat next time?"

Margaret laughed, "Okay." The boy left contentedly.

Margaret continued to pack her things, but it didn't take long for chuckles to rippling in the air again.

The next day, Margaret went to find someone—Olanpu.

Olanpu has become Baron Cassel's lover since the last time, and Margaret will also provide Olanpu with a suit of clothes every month.

Although there is no touching friendship between them, the maintenance of interests seems to be more solid. Therefore, when Margaret went to her and told her her request, Olanpu readily agreed.

"I'll take care of it for you," said the young prostitute with a smile.

Olanpu is a good collaborator, and not as stupid and greedy as DuVernova.Of course, people are naturally greedy, but obviously some people are smarter and know how to maximize their own interests, while some people often give up a forest for petty profits.

Margaret came home, and about 10 minutes later, Eric came back.

Margaret looked at the other person's dimpled face, her eyes lit up.

"done?"

"Of course it's done, ma'am, don't worry." Eric said with a smile, his forehead was still a little sweaty, and Margaret took out a handkerchief and wiped it for him.

Gaston came in the evening, with an undisguised joy on his face.

"What do you think of the Bois de Boulogne?" Gaston asked.

Marguerite knew the Bois de Boulogne, the playground of famous and wealthy Parisian families, as well as countless love affairs.

Gaston had one hand resting on the armchair, the other flat on his lap.

"There are people out there who are willing to spend money."

Marguerite hesitated for a moment, and Gaston asked, "You don't like it?"

Margaret said: "No, it's just that there will be some common people's children in my models, and I don't want them to encounter any bad things."

Margaret knew that rich people always had some interest in children, which was an undisclosed entertainment.

Gaston nodded in understanding.

"I'll take care of this," he promised.

With the promise of the man, Margaret can finally rest assured.

The nobles got word that Marguerite Gautier was about to make a fuss after months of silence.

Some of them were ridiculing, some were secretly looking forward to it, but no matter who they were, they kept their faces on the surface. When they got up, they ate breakfast with ease, but gave their partners some winks from time to time when they were cutting food with knives and forks.The servants stood quietly behind, without looking sideways, as if they had already gotten used to it.

Everyone was watching. They hoped that there would be an idiot to make this matter a climax, but unfortunately, there was no movement until the afternoon.

Out of curiosity or something, almost all the wealthy people in Paris were dispatched.

They wore dresses or riding clothes, rode a light rail carriage or rode horses, and marched towards the Bois de Boulogne like low-key locusts.

As soon as they approached the forest, they heard some laughter and laughter from inside.

The green forest is like a natural passage, and the branches are tied with ribbons of different colors.People walked over curiously, and someone shouted loudly:

"what is this!"

And someone soon found out.

"Like a sign!"

They found that ribbons of different colors were guiding them to a certain place.

These rich people started to look like ants embracing each other because they were overly frightened. After feeling the danger and leaving, they straightened their clothes and walked to their favorite places.

As they walked in, the laughter became closer and closer. When they pushed through the bushes, in the open and closed area, there were some women and children in brightly colored clothes in twos and threes.

Some of them are sitting and talking on the picnic cloth, some are bending over with their children to play by the stream, and some are weaving flower crowns.

Most of them are young, no more than 25 years old. It seems that each of them has one or two children, and they are not always together. Sometimes it takes more than ten meters to see another woman and child, and those beautiful pleated skirts There is always one big piece and some small ones.

A young girl with round and slender shoulders was wearing a sapphire dress, and she was smiling coquettishly with a water bottle in one hand.A tall, thin girl wore a white dress, fluffy and fluffy, as if she were a sweet little cake, and her slender waist was highlighted by a cherry-colored belt.

Some people quickly recognized those women, these prostitutes who were never unfamiliar in Paris, at this moment, the enchantment and dust have faded, and they look like some noble duchesses or young ladies.

People were a little shocked. In this Bois de Boulogne, rich people always abandon some day-to-day camouflage to their heart's content. What's more, in the depths of the forest, they love to be with some people who are willing to expose themselves as long as they give money. The j girls enjoy the feast of the body together.

This comparison of the front and the back makes people have two voices in their hearts.

One is, lo and behold, this bold woman, she is trying to get her hands on our lives!

The other is, maybe I'd rather spend my money here.

Unfortunately, under the reserved and proud normal life of the nobles, those angry emotions seemed to overwhelm some weak voices, and they tried hard to suppress the admiration, those envious eyes, after someone took the lead, they seemed to be angry The pack of wolves wants to tear the host of this matter to pieces!