[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

In the afternoon of the third day Marguerite went to the home of the Duchess of Odeje.

Before seeing Princess Marina, the first thing she saw was that Duchess.She looked as elegant and refined as ever, even her hair was meticulously styled.The dark green satin skirt made her lips look a little strict, and her whole person was dignified.

"Good day, Duchess." Margaret saluted each other.

The Duchess looked at her for a while, her expression a little uncertain, and then she said: "I think, if you have the heart, you should know that Marina and Herbert have decided to get engaged."

"If the invitation letter I received wasn't dropped, I don't think it's my fault." Margaret said lightly.

The Duchess looked up at her. She was not stingy with her words like ordinary people, but both her expression and her words made Margaret feel even more annoyed. Human capital, like, she can also make a person stand on a high platform.

"Since you have made a choice, do your part." The older woman said lightly.

Marguerite looked at each other deeply, her eyes touched the eyes of the woman, and she suddenly smiled, which made the Duchess of Odeje narrow her eyes slightly.

No matter how powerful a tiger is, it always has weaknesses, and no matter how tough a woman is, she still has tenderness that she can't let go of.

The smile on Margaret's face disappeared, and there was a sigh in her heart, but her self-esteem and pride did not allow her to make any embarrassing promises to others, so she looked at the Duchess and said calmly: "I am A tailor."

The woman looked at her, then picked up her hookah, only this time there was no fancy box next to it.

"Do what you have to do," said the Duchess, her voice cold.

Margaret straightened her back and took her leave.

She naturally has her own pride and cannot be trampled on again and again, and she also has the forbearance that she should swallow the humiliation and cry out. This is a bit contradictory, but it is a fact.

The maid brought Margaret to the study. When the maid opened the door, Margaret's eyes were slightly wider than usual, but soon returned to their original appearance.

She put her hands on her lower abdomen, laying them empty, her back straightened, and her eyes looked at the two people calmly.

Baron Fanville and Princess Marina sat on both sides. On the coffee table was a crystal chessboard. The hands of men and women were in sharp contrast. Compared with Margaret's own hands, the hands of the princess seemed to be made of Made of the softest substance in the world.Fair, soft, feminine petite.

She naturally has a strong mother who resists everything for her, and Margaret, the black-haired woman, stands proudly at the door, as if the whole world is resisting her.

"You're here." The princess said softly, with a happy smile that couldn't be concealed from the corner of her mouth.

Margaret wasn't sure if the somewhat frail princess knew about those things. According to the protection of her daughter by the Duchess of Odeje, she might be happy to know nothing.

"I replied to your invitation, and now I'm here." Margaret said, she walked towards the two people, and when she got in front of them, Margaret smiled and saluted them.

They stood so close, but two were sitting and one was standing.Two are aristocratic class, one, not even the poor.

The princess took Marguerite by the hand and made her sit beside her.Her eyes were shining, and she seemed very happy to see Margaret.

"I don't seem to have thanked you solemnly, that dress is really beautiful!"

"You look so beautiful in it, this is the best thanks, Miss Marina." Margaret said with a smile, the former looked a little shy.

"You praised me so much, I got so much, it's all because of you..." The princess said in a low voice.

Margaret knew that she was still admiring the dress from the bottom of her heart, but her heart moved, and then she suppressed them again, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Clothes have always shown the beauty of a person. If you don't have it yourself, no matter how powerful I am, I can't do it so well."

Margaret's compliment made the princess smile sweetly, and she couldn't help but look at the man on the right, her fiancé, the handsome Baron Vanville.

"You see, so I want the engagement dress to be made by Lady Margaret."

The man smiled slightly, his eyes were so tolerant, as if everything in the world couldn't fit into his eyes, except for the slightly thin girl in front of him.

"As long as it pleases you."

The man's words made the princess smile uncontrollably.

Margaret lowered her eyes and smiled slightly in her heart.

"Can I have a private conversation with Lady Margaret?" the princess asked her fiancé softly, and Baron Fanville naturally agreed.When he left, he licked a strand of hair that fell down his cheek for his fiancée, revealing intimacy, but not frivolous.

After the man left, the princess couldn't take her eyes back for a long time.

Margaret sat on the side without speaking, she maintained her duty, a tailor, just a tailor.

"Oh, look at me, I'm so sorry," said the princess, with an apology in her voice, but her cheeks were flushed with the joy of being in love.

Margaret smiled lightly: "It's okay, Miss Marina, I have a lot of time to listen carefully to your request."

Marina smiled, looking so happy.

When Margaret saw each other for the first time, she was still a pale girl, but now, she was budding like a dew-soaked rose, looking so sweet and lovely.This made her stunned for a second or two, then she woke up and turned around, with the corners of her mouth pulled up, maintaining her decent smile.

"What do you want?" She asked the lady in front of her.

Miss Marina's eyebrows and eyes are delicate, as if she can't help telling the world her joy, her eyes are shining.

"I don't know, ma'am, I'm a little messed up. I thought I knew it, but now I don't know it." She said, her voice was a little urgent, but it was not panic, but joyful and uncontrollable.

"I just want to have a wedding that is not inferior to my birthday party, no, I want to have the most beautiful wedding, you see, am I too greedy?" Miss Marina said a little excitedly, with her small breasts up and down ups and downs.

"Of course not. Every woman expects this. Doesn't God make women beautiful because he wants more people to see them?"

"Oh, yes, you really spoke to my heart." Miss Marina replied, looking at Margaret with eager eyes.

"It's not too much, is it?" Her round eyes looked at Margaret. At first, they looked like a docile deer, but now they are a little impatient, but people will forgive her, she Falling in love!

"Yes, of course not too much," replied Margaret, smiling.

"It's very kind of you." The princess said softly, as if she had turned into the fawn again.

It's just that when the deer has fantasies about going beyond the forest, that desire will be stronger than anyone else's.

"What are you going to do?" Miss Marina asked.

Margaret raised her hand, trying to touch the girl in front of her fingertips, who looked at her as if she didn't know what she wanted to do.

The woman's fingers were slender, with thin fingertips, and her nails were kept to a suitable degree, not even as long as the princess in front of her, but they were still sharp.

When the two lightly touched each other's cheeks, Margaret smiled slightly, slid her fingertips from the girl's cheeks to her collarbone, and whispered: "If you want to get the most perfect engagement dress, I have to Get to know you first."

The girl's eyes are a little round.

She saw the black-haired woman in front of her retract her fingers, and then she stood up, slightly taller than her, with a thin body and slender hands and feet, the skin on her neck was delicate, and the curvature was as beautiful as a swan.

Then, she was pulled up by the other party.

Her eyes were almost forced to look at each other's dark eyes, black as a kind of jewel.

Margaret looked at the girl in front of her, and she carefully studied the other's face.From the curvature of the eyebrows, to the lip line of the lips, and the corners of the jaw.

She is an exquisite work of art. If God grants her a healthy body, Margaret thought, the princess in front of her would be amazingly beautiful.

Margaret's eyes blinked, and her finger was raised again, placing it on the princess's shoulder.

"I need to understand you," she said again, "from the body," she spat out softly, "to the mind."

As the woman's voice fell to the ground, the young girl's ketone body was also exposed to the air.

Exquisite collarbone, small breasts, thin arms, and a little too pale skin. It seems that because of the sudden exposure, the body trembled a little uneasy.

Margaret looked at each other. She didn't completely take off the princess's clothes, she just did that.

She looked up at the other party, who was looking at her with a shocked expression.

"You can accuse me, you can do all you want," said Margaret, her voice calm.

After being shocked, Marina covered her body with her hands, her face flushed a little, not only shy but also angry.

She lowered her eyes, like a weak lamb.

Margaret waited quietly, but it didn't take long before she heard the sound of the other party taking off her clothes.

She looked at the girl in front of her.

The girl looked very shy, and her movements were awkward, as if no one had ever seen this body except the maid who had served her since childhood.They are young and beautiful, with pale but smooth skin, slender waists, smooth calves, and even the white, tender and round toes that only noble girls can have.

Such a body has been cared for with milk and essence since birth, trying to maintain the tenderness they have brought since birth.

The poor cannot enjoy it, just like Margaret's body, no matter how much it is acquired, the problem can be seen from the details, not to mention the stark contrast between the two.

One is a born noble girl.

One is a person who only occupied a corner position on this luxurious floor by selling his body.

Margaret walked to the door and locked the door. She took the things from Marina. The girl lay on the bench according to her direct gaze, with complex scents, colors and textures, and the girl's unique The color of the skin is as if some orange blossom juice has been dripped into the milk, which is holy and has a seductive aroma.

The woman lying on her back gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She is obviously so scared and shy, but she is willing to muster up the courage of her life for love.

Margaret moved her feet. She was holding something and sitting on the soft chair opposite.

Her eyes are no longer in a daze, no longer containing a smile, but focused, focused, and single-mindedly focused.

She will give what she wants - a woman who is desperate for love, and she deserves the best.

Time passed slowly, and Margaret's drawing was completed. The girl's eyebrows could not be seen clearly on it, but it contained a special style unique to girls and women.

Margaret dressed the Duchess and fixed her hair, just as she had done for her birthday party when they first met.

"You, why?" The princess bit her lip and finally asked.

Margaret smiled and kissed the girl on the cheek.

"I sincerely bless you, Miss Marina, please forgive my jealousy, after all, without you, I still can't stand here."

"Ah, don't say that, ma'am." The princess said softly. She naturally knew Margaret's previous identity, but it didn't affect anything.

"Both I and my mother think that your clothes are beautifully made and you have great talent." She said sincerely.

Margaret accepted the princess's compliment, and they talked for a while, as if the previous atmosphere had completely dissipated.

The princess invited Marina to tea, and at the same time the duchess also came in.

"Why don't you go and tell the cook what to prepare?" said the Duchess to her daughter, who nodded with a smile and went to the kitchen with her skirts in her hands.Her footsteps are light, and her joy can be seen from her back, which is so different from the pale and weak girl before.

"love."

Margaret raised her head, because she did not intend to suppress the words that the Duchess confided in a low voice, so Margaret could just hear the voice.

The Duchess turned slightly to look at her, "Isn't it? Lady Margaret."

Margaret didn't speak, she walked over and spread out her drawings.

The Duchess did not take it, but looked at it through Margaret's hand.

Her expression, which was always reserved, now showed a trace of affection, and after this affection was pity, and then returned to calmness.

She looked at Margaret: "Now you should know the gap between you and her." She said this with a hint of coldness in her voice.

Margaret smiled: "If God gave me a choice, I would never choose to be her."

There was a hint of anger in the Duchess' eyebrows, and Margaret stared at each other calmly.

After a long time, the haughty duchess pushed her body back, her chin maintained a rebellious arc that a nobleman should have, and her voice was lazy.

"Since you have made your choice, I don't think the rules of the game need to be changed."

Rules, what rules?Margaret sneered in her heart, then bowed back.

"I'm just a tailor, ma'am. I'm here today because I received an invitation letter. As the letter says, your daughter, Miss Marina, wants me to make her engagement dress."

After Margaret finished speaking, someone raised her chin.

The bright red nails should make people look gorgeous, but from the Duchess's eyebrows, they only look sharp and proud.

"In front of me, perfunctory and arrogance have always been the most useless things."

Those green eyes looked at Margaret like smooth but cold gems.

Margaret looked at each other and pursed her lips.

The Duchess Odeje let go of her hand, and she walked out the door without saying a word.

Margaret's tense muscles finally relaxed after the woman left. She almost wanted to limp on the floor, but held back.

She bit her lower lip, lowered her eyes, pinched her palm with her fingertips, and then saw the shoes of the person who walked into her.

Men's shoes, shiny leather shoes, high-quality fabrics, Marguerite's eyelashes trembling, she didn't look up immediately, it was too embarrassing.

And at this moment, a hand stretched out, grabbed her right hand forcefully, and rubbed her fingers away, exposing the red mark on the palm to the air.

As if an animal was suddenly forced to expose its soft belly, Margaret was startled and angry, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and her nails accidentally caught a long red line in the palm of the man's hand. mark.

Time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with silence.

The palms of the two are spread out, one is full of pinch marks, and the other has a long red mark on the palm, so similar.

"You are engaged," said Margaret quietly, without looking up.

The man's sigh hovered above her head, and his body leaned forward, as if he wanted to raise his hand to do something, but Margaret quickly took a step back.

She raised her head and looked at him, there were no tears in her eyes, not even redness, she just looked at him.From her heroic eyebrows to her slightly thin lips, she smiled slightly.

"Congratulations, it's true this time."

The man's eyes widened a little, and he turned around abruptly, watching the cloth of the dress brush past the door of the study.

Outside the door, Margaret stepped up again, and left firmly but slowly.

Margaret took leave of the princess, presuming that she was not feeling well, but the princess was very sympathetic to this, she herself was a weak person, so she didn't force her.

Margaret was sitting in the carriage, and Uncle Lamadon talked to her, but seeing that she was not interested, he kept silent.

"Pause."

"What's the matter? Ma'am." Uncle Ramadon asked outside.

Margaret took a breath. She opened the curtain and said, "I want to take a walk."

Uncle Ramadon looked a bit embarrassed, Marguerite repeated.

"I want to come down and take a walk."

"Okay, ma'am." Uncle Ramadon muttered, and then prepared to accompany her.

Margaret said again: "I want to go alone."

Uncle Ramadon looked a little dissatisfied, but he was helpless.

"Please come back early."

"I will," said Margaret, getting out of the car and walking slowly down the street.

During this time period, there were not many people on the street, because the afternoon sun was still a bit sinister.

Margaret didn't want to embarrass herself, she put on her coat and hat, and walked in the shade as much as possible.

Occasionally someone recognized her, and those people whispered behind her back.She didn't care and walked on without being disturbed.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Margaret stopped.

She looked at the alley, a little lost in thought, then she pursed her lips and went in.

In summer, apart from the scorching sun in Paris, there are countless women in brightly colored dresses in the city center, like butterflies flying into the city center, and in these places temporarily away from the hustle and bustle, natural butterflies They are also flying.

There are houses on both sides of the alley, which are not high-end and not large in size, but there are some big windowsills full of flowers without any surprise.

No way, whether it is a small flower or a flower with a big flower branch, there is no doubt that they all stretch their beautiful figures in the sun, showing off their beauty like no one else.

Margaret's footsteps were getting slower and slower, and the brows that were originally furrowed were relaxed a lot because of these lovely flowers.

Margaret continued to walk forward, and was stunned for a moment when she reached the corner.

The man standing relaxed and comfortable with his hands in his pockets was not Gaston.

As if he had sensed Margaret, Gaston turned around and was a little surprised, but soon, a bright smile appeared on the man's face.

"Do you like them too?"

Margaret laughed, and only Gaston was so different every time he asked a question.He didn't say why you're here, or anything else, he just shared and asked her.

"I think I'll be sorry I didn't find them sooner, yes, I like them," said Margaret, her eyes lingering on the red flowers that grew wildly on the wall, so random that the owner seemed to be thinking about them too. I don't care if these words are a little too proud, as if they have already designated this place as their territory.

"Want to know about them?" Gaston asked with his head tilted, blinking like a child eager to share.

Margaret smiled and nodded.

"It's ripe barley. It's called this because it happens when the wheat is ripe. Of course," the man shrugged his shoulders. "Some people prefer to call them hollyhocks, but I always think ripe barley is more affectionate. "

"It really looks like something you would do." Margaret glanced at the other party, and the young man laughed.He walked forward and beckoned Marguerite to come.

"Come on, there are some places you, a novice, can't find." Gaston said with a smile, a little proud and sly.

Margaret followed each other, they walked through some even a little weird alleys, and then, sure enough, as Gaston said, Margaret saw more different kinds of flowers, and they even saw a big white cat.

"Look." Gaston pursed his lips and pointed to the big white cat lazily lying in the corner with a smirk, its tail wagging in mid-air.

Margaret couldn't help laughing because Gaston was jumping up and trying to touch the tail of the big white cat.

"You'll piss it off," Margaret warned with a grin, and Gaston winked at her before jumping up again.

He reached it, and at the same moment the cat turned its head.

One person and one cat looked at each other, and Gaston got the most impressive contempt of his life, from a cat.

The cat looked down at the human who tried to touch its noble tail, Margaret thought, if the cat could talk, the cat would definitely let out a cold snort from its nasal cavity, and added a sentence - stupid human .

The big white cat shook its body, wagged its tail, and jumped into the house.

Margaret looked at the young man, who looked back at her, and the two stared at each other, then laughed.

Marguerite was leaning against the wall, Gaston was leaning there, and they were laughing out of breath, as if they couldn't find more fun in the whole world.

The black-haired woman was still smiling, and Gaston turned his head to look at her. From the woman's sweaty forehead to her full lips, he slightly hooked the corners of her lips, then turned around and continued to smile.

They stayed there for another hour or so. Margaret was amazed at Gaston's familiarity with flowers, but Gaston just shrugged his shoulders and said mysteriously, "I know more than that."

Margaret gave each other a blank look. After they came out, Margaret felt much happier.

"Why are you there?" asked Marguerite.

The young man looked at her and smiled: "I didn't ask you, why did you ask me?"

"You can ask me too."

"Ah, it's not worth it to me. I know why you are there, so this condition does not hold." The young man said with a smile.

Margaret brushed her hair back, and she gave a low laugh.

"Your news is also so fast."

Gaston paused, and then said, "Even if I know something, it will do you no harm."

Margaret stopped, looked back at the other party, and then raised the corner of her mouth: "Thank you."

The man smiled: "If you want to say thank you, you owe me a lot!"

"I will always pay you back."

"No, you should owe it first, I like the feeling that others owe me." Gaston smirked.

"But I don't like being in debt any more than you do," said Margaret.

The young man shrugged his shoulders, leaving the topic aside for now.

They didn't talk much after that, but no one felt that there was anything wrong. Marguerite occasionally had questions, and the man would answer them. It seemed that there was nothing in Paris that he didn't know.

"Don't you even know that?" Gaston joked.

Margaret's eyes fell on the building, then she nodded slowly, her voice calm.

"Yeah, I don't know, I haven't really seen it for a long time."

This is a bit weird to say, but it seems to make sense.When Margaret said this, she regretted it for a moment, but soon, she felt that she didn't care about it.

Gaston is a person with a clear mind, and he will have thousands of guesses about this sentence in his heart, maybe even the incredible ones, but Margaret has no time to take care of it.

She was too tired to hide, and too tired to live, and she had no scruples about having such a willful right once in a while.

She was betting, and she didn't know what she was betting on, but she might have known when Gaston held out his arms to her.

"How can we see clearly from here?"

Margaret looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were dark, his hair was curled, and his complexion like plaster always made him look a little different.

Margaret smiled and held out her hand.

Now, on this alley, where no one knows, there are not nobles and whores, but gentlemen and ladies.

Strip away those prejudices, in fact, they are not the same.