[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret looked at each other, and then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Since that's the case, try to be a better person than me."

The boy looked at her, then nodded solemnly.

The princess's engagement ceremony was half a month later, and Margaret began preparations the next day.

To be honest, she has never designed a wedding dress, and the princess did not specify what kind of dress she wanted, but this is the most difficult one.

People may not know what she wants, but when you make it, they will know if it is what they want.

She drew several design drafts, but she always felt dissatisfied when she looked at them after a while.

"I'm lacking inspiration," thought Margaret, looking at her design, pursing her lips and scrubbing her fingers over it.

These designs can't be said to be bad, but, unable to bring out the beauty of the girl, it seems to be missing one thing.

Ah, pissed off, yes.

Margaret frowned and came to a conclusion.

She is not very good at this field, because she almost never observes a wedding.

Margaret stood up, gathered the design draft, and then went out to call Julie over.

"What's the matter?" Julie was still holding a plate in her hand. It seemed that she was busy just now. Margaret felt sorry for this in her heart, but the more anxious matter made her decide to talk about other things first.

"Julie, is there a way to find out for me when the latest wedding will be held?"

"Wedding?" Julie asked strangely.

Before Julie could say anything, Margaret suddenly remembered something, and she said, "No, no need, Julie." After she finished speaking, she hurried to the bedroom, making Julie even more strange.

"Ma'am, what is the matter?"

"Come back to tell you, Julie, I'm going out now." Margaret shouted from the bedroom, and it didn't take long before she was wearing a long cream-colored dress with no patterns at all, and a wide forest green behind her. The satin belt is tied with a big knot, the skirt is long-sleeved, tightly attached to the line of the arm, and the thin edge is secured with a dark gold ribbon at the cuff, her long hair is loose, and the same The usual way of bunting into two strands is different. I only used a pearl hidden button to simply fix the hair, and then took off a wide-brimmed hat and shawl and went out.

"What are you wearing, ma'am!" Julie asked the hurried back, she had never seen such a big hat.

Margaret walked hurriedly, leaving only a word that she had to come back later and got off the escalator.

Julie looked at her wife's appearance, and it was too late to say anything, but she happened to see Nanin at the bottom, so she shouted: "Nanin, go follow the lady!"

The little girl responded, and then she was about to go out with a pile of clothes.

Julie patted the railing and said, "Put it there! Stupid girl!"

Only then did Naning realize that she had been holding the clothes and running for a while, she quickly put the clothes on the chair in the hall, and then ran out with the hem of her skirt.

Margaret was about to get into the carriage when a panting voice came from behind.

"Ma'am, wait for Naning!"

Margaret looked back, and the little girl had already run over with her skirt in both hands.

"Julie asked me to follow you." The little girl said hastily. Marguerite wanted to go by herself, but she didn't want to say anything more now. She put Nanin into the carriage and went up herself.

"Go to church."

Uncle Ramadon didn't ask any more questions, and drove the carriage to go.

In the carriage, Naning arranged the dress, and then asked her wife: "Madam, why are you going to church?"

"Maybe I can catch up with a wedding," Margaret said. "I'm thinking about what kind of engagement dress I should make for the princess, so I need to actually see a wedding."

Nanin said nothing more, but watched Margaret carefully.

Marguerite was thinking of other things in her mind, but Nanin kept looking at her, so she turned her head and looked at her, but the little girl quickly looked away, and lowered her head as if she had made a mistake.

Margaret thought for a while, and probably understood what the little girl was thinking, so she patted the back of Naning's hand and said, "I'm fine, really."

The dark-haired woman paused, then laughed.

"Don't Nanin know that I like to make clothes?"

"Nanin knows." The little girl nodded, looking at Margaret with big eyes.

Margaret touched the little girl's hair again: "So don't worry, I'm not doing this for others, but for myself."

Margaret thought for a while and said again, with a smile in her eyes.

"When Naning gets married in the future, I can also make you a dress, so why don't you try it on someone else first?"

Naning blushed a little, and said in a low voice, "Naning doesn't want to marry."

Every girl seems to like to say that she doesn't want to marry when she is not grown up. This is a willful right, because they are at an innocent and beautiful age.

Margaret liked Naning's innocence and beauty, so she kissed the little girl's hair, then smiled and said, "But we have to be ready, aren't we?"

Naning blinked her eyes, and then asked, "Where's Madam's?"

Margaret froze for a moment, then laughed, raised her hand, and pointed to her chest.

"It's right here."

The little girl raised her hand tentatively, touching the air vaguely, as if she was touching something soft and fragile.

"One day, it will come out, right?" She asked softly. This sentence seemed to use all her wisdom, and all of this was because she didn't want to hurt the person in front of her.

Margaret felt a little tickle in her heart, she thought about it and said, "Yes, it will when it's ready."

Naning nodded, she was so gentle when she looked away.

The child's world is so simple, and for Margaret, this simplicity is enough to resolve all grievances.

She looked at Naning, who was playing with a flower rope and humming softly.

There was courage in Margaret's heart, and more faith.If before, she was eager to stand at the top to prove herself, but now, this road is no longer desperate, because when she turns around, she can see those who are following her.

Four and ten minutes later, the church arrived.

Marguerite and Nanin got out of the car, and Uncle Ramadon was resting in a shop, so they wanted to get up by themselves.

The largest church in Paris is on the mountainside, it seems to be to feel the piety of the people, but fortunately the road is wide and not tired.

After walking for ten minutes, we saw the church.

The whole church looks magnificent, with a high dome and sculptures covering any exposed places. It is located on the hillside, like a raised god, solemn and majestic.

Margaret didn't believe in religion, and Julie and Naning didn't seem to be enthusiastic about it either. Their piety lies in using the doctrine to submit to their own behavior, rather than going to church to worship every day.

Margaret went to ask the Holy Father if anyone had a wedding here today, and the Holy Father told her that there was no wedding in these three days.

"Marriage is holy and prudent," said the Holy Father, as if to blame Margaret for not forcing things that should have come naturally.

Marguerite pursed her lips, and she and Nanin came out.

The church welcomes everyone, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Madam, what if there is no wedding?" Nanin asked in a low voice.

Margaret was thinking as she walked, but there seemed to be no way.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Uncle Ramadon saw them and came out.

"No? Madame."

Margaret shook her head, and Uncle Ramadon showed a regretful expression.

They went home, and Marguerite remained in the bedroom, sitting on the soft chair, and had not moved for a long time.

Seeing all this, Nanin felt a little worried.She was about to leave, to talk to Julie or Eric, when she turned around and was taken aback.

Eric covered the little girl's mouth quickly with his eyes and hands. He made a small gesture, and the little girl nodded like a clumsy groundhog.

Eric squatted by the door, and Naning also bent over and squatted aside.

Eric glanced inside, and the black-haired woman was still sitting on the chair without moving.

"Did you go out with your wife this afternoon?"

Naning responded in a low voice, and then said: "Madam wants to see a real wedding, she is thinking about how to make an engagement dress for that princess." He hugged his arm.

"It's not good," said Nanin in a low voice, "it's too bad."

Eric simply sat on the floor after listening. He thought for a while and said, "Did Madam say anything?"

"Madam said she's fine, said it was an experiment, and said she was doing what she likes." Naning said all those words, she looked at Eric, the boy's eyelashes blinked a few times, and then clicked nodded.

"That's fine."

"Why?" Nanin asked in a low voice.

Eric looked at her and said, "You can't run away from difficulties, you have to face them."

After the boy finished speaking, he suddenly blushed when he saw that the girl was still looking at him.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Naning blinked, and then whispered, "Because you are very powerful, Eric, you are obviously younger than me."

Eric scratched his cheek, then said, "Does age matter?"

"Isn't it important?"

Eric stood up and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Then what's important." Naning looked up at the other party.

"I know who I am, I know what I want to do, and I know how I want to do it." Eric said in a low voice, and then pulled Naning up.

Naning looked at the boy in a daze, as if thinking that Eric, who looked like a child from the back, was already an adult.

"Naning, are the flowers in the yard about to bloom?" The boy suddenly turned around and asked.

Naning was reminded and nodded with a smile.

Eric knocked on the door.

Marguerite heard the voice and woke up from her contemplation. She saw the boy pushing open the door and entering.

"lady."

"What's the matter?" Margaret moved her body, causing her to frown stiffly.

The boy looked a little happy, and even Margaret was a little curious.

"Aren't you going to have a look in the yard?"

"See what?" asked Margaret, but the boy had already taken her hand.

"You have to join us, otherwise Nanin will be sad." He turned his head and said, Marguerite blinked her eyes strangely, but her feet still followed him.

When they arrived in the yard, Julie and Nanin were already waiting there. There was a small white round table beside it, covered with a linen tablecloth, and delicate refreshments were placed on the table, steaming from it.

"I added some ice." Julie smiled and blinked.

Naning trotted over and held Margaret's other hand.

"You must see, Madame, that the flowers Nanin planted will bloom tonight."

Margaret finally knew what they let her see. It was in the corner of the yard, in an inconspicuous place, Nanin's precious flowers.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" the little girl squatted on the ground and said proudly.

Margaret stared blankly at these flowers, and then she also squatted down, stroking the tender grass on the ground with her skirt, and stared at the charming little guys in front of her.

"It's working hard," Eric said softly.

Margaret didn't look at him, but she took in everything the boy said.

Yes, they are all working hard.

Julie also joined their queue.

The moon on a summer night pours down on the earth like milk, and when it reaches the petals, it turns into a thin silver gauze, caressing every fold of the flower.

The emerald green stems and leaves seem to be dancing, if you look carefully, it is clearly stretching your body.

Those petals are slender and slender, and they were tightly packed together. When people breathe and look forward to it with all their energy, they open their bodies reservedly.

The flower tubes slowly turned up, and the light purple coats opened. When they were almost fully stretched, the juice sucked from the ground seemed to fill the petals.

It was as if a girl had entered her teenage years, with a sweet face and fair skin, she looked at people with a smile on her face, and she smiled coquettishly at people with a plump ketone body wrapped in a fresh green coat.

"It's so beautiful..." Naning sighed. Although Margaret didn't speak, she agreed with her in her heart.

They look so mesmerized, and time flies.

When the petals began to shrink, everyone realized that they had been looking at it for so long without knowing it.

Margaret tried to stand up, but staggered forward, and she frowned.

"It's such an attractive little thing." Julie muttered happily. Although she was complaining, everyone couldn't feel the dissatisfaction in it.

They gave the flower the greatest praise and tolerance.

Julie poured chilled fruit juice for everyone. The dim sum was smooth and smooth, and it would not be boring to eat on a summer night. The fragrance and sweetness of mung beans made people feel refreshed.

They listened to Julie's funny stories, Nanin and Eric were overjoyed, and Marguerite listened with a smile.

After all, she is not a person of this era, and some things may not fully understand the jokes, but this does not prevent her from feeling good.

After all, Julie was not young anymore, she felt sleepy, so she left first, followed by Nanin, the little girl yawned and nodded her head.

"Go to sleep." Margaret rubbed the little girl's hair.

Naning wiped her tears, as if she still had to hold on.

"If you fall asleep here, I have to carry you back." Margaret pinched the other's cheek, and Naning blushed, and then went back to sleep.

"Put the things here, and I'll collect them."

"This is not good, ma'am." Nanin wanted to put away the things, but Margaret grabbed her little hand.

"I have to stay for a while."

"That……"

Margaret stopped the other party: "Go to sleep."

Naning just nodded.

Margaret looked at Eric again. The latter was not sleepy, and looked at her frankly with a pair of big eyes, as if saying: If you want to convince me, you'd better change your reason.

Margaret blinked, then said, "I can't convince you, can I?"

Eric nodded, then smiled, revealing the dimples on his cheeks.

Margaret stopped talking and poured another glass of juice for Eric.

The boy drank the juice slowly, his legs swayed slightly unconsciously, and the careful Margaret noticed it.

"In a good mood?" she asked.

Eric stopped drinking, looked at her with blue eyes, and the dimples reappeared.

"Why?" Margaret asked, resting her chin on one hand.

Eric put down the cup in his hand, put his hands on the table, and laughed.

"Because I think you're right."

"What did I say?"

Eric's fingers rested on the back of his hand, unlike other children who like to move around randomly, letting his attention be distracted unconsciously.

"As you said to Naning today, take everything as a challenge, no matter what you do, it is for yourself, not for others."

Margaret wanted to say that she didn't seem to have said that, but Eric had already turned his head away.

"Just like them, isn't it, ma'am."

Margaret followed the boy's gaze. The flowers had already faded. The feast lasted too short, but no one could deny her beauty.

"Yeah." She said unconsciously before realizing it.The boy was still looking at the flowers, with a smile on his lips.

She remembered what Eric had said to her that day, and smiled.

"Eric."

"What?" The boy turned his cheeks and looked at her intently.

Margaret sat herself down, looked at each other with her eyes, and smiled slightly: "Didn't I tell you that I believe you will succeed?"

The boy looked at her for a while, his eyes sparkling.

"You don't."

"Well," Margaret paused, then smiled, "I'm going to tell you now that I believe you will make me as proud as you believe me."

The boy's eyes widened, and then, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded vigorously.

A new awareness emerged in Margaret's heart. Eric in front of her was no longer a child, but the same as her.

They were the same, the child had told her long ago, but Margaret hadn't understood, fortunately, it was not too late.

"Ma'am, it's too late, go back to sleep." Eric said, he stood up, his thin body had gained some flesh, but he was still not as strong as his peers, but his expression was better than any of his peers. Be calm and transparent.

Margaret nodded. She knew the importance of her body, and she also knew that if they hadn't understood it, they probably wouldn't have allowed her to stay up so late.

She thought she was working hard alone, but she didn't know that everyone was working hard for her.

Margaret stood up. The plain skirt had no folds, but the material was extremely fine. Under the moonlight, the satin fabric on her body seemed to be covered with a layer of water, and it was still glowing with dark gold. When Li Te stood up, she spread out, showing a more slender waist.

"I'll do it, ma'am," Eric said.

Margaret acquiesced to each other.

The boy's hands are not big, there is no flesh, and the joints are obvious but not abrupt. These hands are not children of rich people. They are never fair and smooth, but dark skinned. There are still some thin calluses in the palms. But they have the best patience in the world.

Women's accessories are always the most complicated, and even a small brooch has a lot of attention.

Margaret didn't think that Eric would make that flower knot, but to her surprise, Eric did a good job. Although the technique was still immature, it had already begun to take shape.

"Did your mother teach you?" asked Margaret.

Although they seldom mentioned Eric's mother, they did not shy away from it. Now, Eric has been able to talk to Margaret and the others about this issue calmly.

"No, ma'am." Eric replied, "I just observed."

Margaret turned around and looked at Eric with a smile: "You let me discover another talent of yours, and also, made me more determined in my previous decision."

"Me too, as you said, if I go higher and farther, I will be able to protect more." Eric said seriously, his voice showing a kind of firmness.

"You have a bigger future, Eric, and I have no doubt that you will succeed."

"So do I, madam."

Margaret smiled. She wanted to rub Eric's hair like Nanin, but she was moved by her heart, but she gave up. Instead, she stretched out her hand and clenched it into a fist.

Margaret motioned for the other to extend her hand, and Eric followed suit immediately.

Two hands, big and small, fair and dark, bumped lightly in mid-air.

come on.This is what Margaret wanted to convey.

work together.This is Eric's response.

Together they cleared the table and walked into the house, and just as they were parting in the hall, Marguerite was stopped by the boy.

"Ma'am." Eric trotted towards her again.

"what?"

The boy looked up at her, then reached out and touched Margaret's palm with a soft tone like a docile little animal.

"This, can it be the only one?"

Margaret listened, she looked at each other, the boy was still looking at her, there was a soft luster in his eyes.

Margaret raised her hand, and the thin shawl slid down, exposing her palm, clenched into a fist, and then, in mid-air, lightly touched the opponent's hand.