[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret's heart was surging with emotion, and the look on the little man's face made her even more angry.

"Did I bother you?" Marshall said with a smile.

Margaret tried her best to suppress the emotions in her heart. She was about to speak, but the small man had already spoken, snatching the right to speak.

"I think I'd better go out and wait. I believe you won't disappoint everyone." Marshall bowed his body and left after saying this.

"This bastard!" Eric couldn't help cursing, and Margaret took a deep breath.

She needs to be calm.

"Ma'am..." Naning called out in a low voice. Margaret bit her lower lip. She walked over and took out those sets of clothes. She clenched her right hand tightly and pinched her own palm unconsciously.

"Ma'am." Eric opened her palms, and Margaret lowered her eyes, enduring the soreness in her eyes.

She didn't want to see everything fall short, she didn't want to!

"I'm going to find someone, just find someone good-looking first!" Julie said eagerly, and Margaret held her back.

Eric wished he was an adult now, with slender limbs and a strong body, so that at least he could help.

"I seem to smell that someone needs help." A rambling voice came from outside the door.

Margaret suddenly looked up and saw that the black-haired young man was leaning against the door, looking at Margaret with a pair of black eyes with a smile.

Margaret's eyes were wide open, and her lips were trembling.

She pressed the volume down hard, and said calmly, "Don't lie to me, please."

Gaston casually tore off his white bow tie, with a smile still on his face, the tie was thrown aside, and he walked over while unbuttoning his cuffs.

"Time is running out, dear."

Gaston tilted his head, took a little look at himself, and then grinned: "I'm much prettier than that idiot, you have to help me change a little bit."

With a joyful smile on Marguerite's face, she nodded, and quickly brought over the clothes that were originally for Hector Gribert.

Taking advantage of this time, Julie kissed the handsome young man in front of her fiercely. Gaston showed his white teeth. Nanin excitedly expressed that she would make more delicious snacks for him. In this regard, the young man secretly revealed A pained expression.

Eric is not as close to Gaston as Julie and the others, but this does not prevent him from being grateful to Gaston in his heart.However, when the boy looked at the man in front of him, his desire to grow up became even stronger.

Gaston and Hector are about the same height, but compared to the thin and tall Hector, Gaston is obviously stronger and stronger, and his hair is also curled up a little randomly, and the black hair looks a little unruly .

Bow ties are clearly inappropriate.

Gaston has never been the kind of calm and ascetic person, he is enthusiastic and lively, with unparalleled charm.

Margaret tossed the bow tie aside, finished Gaston's coat, and buttoned the silk shirt, but when there was only one left, her hands stopped.

"What's the matter?" Gaston lowered his head and asked, the black-haired woman looked up at him, her moist lips were a little red from torture.

"You've got it figured out, haven't you?"

Gaston blinked, and quickly understood what the other party was referring to.

He snorted, then shrugged his shoulders: "I never regret anything."

Margaret took a deep breath, and then buried her forehead on the opponent's shoulder for three seconds.

"Thank you." She whispered, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

The young man raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, as if coaxing a little girl.

Margaret regained her composure, her fingers moved again, but after all the buttons were buttoned neatly, she pursed her lips again.

"how?"

Margaret's fingers slipped onto the pearl buttons, and then her eyes sank, and she took a little effort.

There was only the sound of silk thread and fabric being ripped apart, and then, two round pearl buttons lay in the palm of Margaret's hand.

She didn't pause, and opened the collar of the silk shirt with both hands, revealing the man's fair and strong chest, with a plaster-like complexion, under the bright texture of the silk, it was unbelievably sexy.

"That's it." Margaret let out a breath, and when she raised her head, she was a little surprised to see a blush on the young man's cheek.

"You, can you accept it?" Margaret asked tentatively.

Gaston coughed lightly, then pursed his lower lip and asked, "Do I look pretty?"

Margaret was stunned for a moment, then laughed and praised without hesitation.

"Pretty outrageous!"

After hearing this, Gaston scratched his cheek, as if trying to convince himself.

"Then there is no reason to stop me from saying no." After he finished speaking, he turned around in the same place again, and blinked at Naning and Julie, and Julie couldn't hold back and kissed the young man again.

"Excellent!" she said, and Margaret and the others had no doubt that Gaston would be Julie's favorite from now on.

The show officially started, and the people in the audience couldn't help whispering all the time. When those people appeared in clothes that were very different from their usual dresses, everyone stopped communicating for a while.

Marshall was a little dismissive of this, and he was eagerly looking forward to the good show, until the young man in the strange dress appeared.

The small man stared, while the women couldn't hold back and took two steps forward.

"Look!" A fat lady shouted without restraint, her face was flushed, her plump breasts were heaving up and down, and her eyes were fixed on the man on the stage.

Gaston used to be a little cautious, and almost subconsciously wanted to fasten the buttons. Although he likes to wear some fancy bow ties on weekdays, he has never tried to show a large area of ​​skin.

The sun was burning on his skin, and the eyes of the women were so closely biting his chest, Gaston stabilized his mind, and then smiled.

He stroked his hair with his hands, a little shy at first, but it became very natural afterward.

"Just treat them as purple cabbage." He remembered what the other party said when he was about to go on stage, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

The second set of clothes is crimson, with a navy blue turtleneck shirt inside. When changing clothes, Gaston's hair, which had been sprayed with hairspray, has now fallen apart. He is about to add some hairspray, Margot Ritter stopped him.

"do not move."

With wet hands, Margaret scrubbed Gaston's hair, letting the curly black hair fall freely.

"Bite your lip," said Margaret.

Gaston took a bite as promised, but Marguerite looked at it and thought it was not enough.She took a silk handkerchief, held Gaston's face in her hands, and wiped the other's lips with the silk handkerchief in her right hand until she reached the degree of rosiness she thought.

"Okay." Margaret said, the young man blinked, his blue eyes looked moist under the long eyelashes.

"Madam, hurry up!" Someone shouted outside, Margaret responded, and then took Gaston's hand to let him enter the stage again.

"Remember, purple cabbage," Margaret reminded, and Gaston grinned at her.

Margaret watched from behind, watching the young man casually displaying himself like a beautiful phoenix, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of her mouth.

After the models showed off all the clothes, the women in the audience began to admire him. Among them, led by the fat lady, some women fully recognized Gaston and shouted his name.

"The greatest glory should belong to our tailor, shouldn't it?" Gaston said briskly, blinking his eyes.

The fat woman said happily, "It's Marguerite Gautier, isn't it?"

"Ah, of course, who else is there besides her?" Gaston said happily, and as soon as he finished speaking, a questioning voice came from the crowd.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, the small man, Marshall took a few steps forward.He looked so angry, as if he was being insulted.

"You got mixed up with a jerk, and now you're a jerk's servant!" Marshall raised his voice.

The smile on Gaston's face subsided, and he wanted to say something, but Margaret, who came from behind, spoke first.

"The person you want to target is me!" Margaret shouted with some strength.

She walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, wearing a fragrant orange off-the-shoulder long dress, tightly bound by a crimson belt, and red gemstones hanging on her chest.

Margaret, without a corset, walks faster than ordinary ladies. She doesn't pant, and doesn't need to carry smelling salts with her all the time. Her hands are hanging on her waist and abdomen At the top, a pair of black eyes looked straight at the man, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, as if it was declaring—take out your sword, let us fight!

The little man blushed angrily.

The person in front of her is just a woman, and she is still a courtesan, how can she put on that kind of air to herself.

"A woman, trying to interfere with a man's affairs, how dare you do that!" Marshall said fiercely, and his words made some women in the audience extremely dissatisfied.

A fat lady took the lead in throwing the plums in her hand, which were supposed to satisfy her greed, at the small man, who was smashed straight on.

"Who!" Marshall yelled, holding a big bag on his head, and everyone in the audience laughed. Everyone knew who smashed it, but no one wanted to tell him.

Gaston was so amused by the scene that he almost laughed out loud.And at this moment, a carriage drove over from not far away.

The carriage, which seemed to be either rich or expensive, stopped.

Everyone looked over, and everyone was very curious about the people in the carriage.

A servant in uniform stepped down from the carriage, stepped aside, and opened the carriage door.After a while, a man in court uniform got out of the carriage.

Fair complexion, with a mustache, a pair of rare black eyes, wearing a velvet top hat.

"Ah, it's Prince Beaumont!" someone shouted.

Margaret's eyes stayed on the regent like everyone else, but soon, she realized that Gaston beside him seemed a little stiff.

"What's the matter with you?" Marguerite asked in a low voice. Gaston blinked his eyes. He was about to say something, but the Prince Beaumont had already walked towards them.

An invisible pressure came towards them, and both Marguerite and Gaston looked at the Prince Beaumont.

The Prince Beaumont stopped five meters away from them, looking at them with his eyes.

He was clearly a man standing under the stage, but he had a majesty that no one could look down on.

Gaston suddenly grabbed Margaret's hand, and when she raised her eyes in surprise, the man had already pulled her off the stage.