[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

"Who is this?" Julie asked from outside.

I saw the gentleman who walked over was wearing tight clothes. Although he was slightly fat, he had a fair complexion, dark brown hair, and the lower half of his face was exposed after shaving. He was surprisingly good-looking, although Picard Mr. is now slightly fat, but it is not difficult to imagine that he is also a beautiful person.

Mr. Picard seemed a little uncomfortable to accept the eyes of everyone. He strode over with a tigerish face, but just when he was about to approach Margaret and the others, the fat gentleman tripped over his leg and nearly fell. Fortunately, Armand next to him gave him a hand.

"It's definitely good for you to be thinner." Gaston looked at Mr. Picard with the eyes of evaluating the goods. This time Margaret was sure that the gentleman was really blushing.

"Don't judge me so," said M. Picard harshly, and sitting down in a chair, he ordered a brandy.

"You've had a little too much to drink today," said Mr. Ross.

"I know," said the man, and still insisted on his brandy, this time, Mr. Ross said nothing more.

They had afternoon tea, and Margaret was sure that Aunt Sabina and Julie were very curious about Mr. Ross and Mr. Picard in front of them, but Mr. Ross was obviously a master at deceiving people, and he made you happy Yes, but practically reveals almost nothing to you.

Margaret found Eric a little quiet, she tilted her head and asked softly if he was not feeling well.

"No, ma'am," said Eric, blinking his large eyes.

Margaret then observed carefully that Eric seemed to be observing that Mr. Rose.

It's a good thing to like to observe, but...

Margaret raised her eyes and squeezed Eric's hand underneath. The boy looked at him and asked her if she was okay.

"I forgot my handkerchief, get it for me, will you, Eric."

Eric didn't seem to be able to react for a while. Naning who was beside him heard it and said with a smile, "Madam, I'll help you get it."

Margaret wanted to stop the other party, but when Nanin was about to get up, Eric stopped her.

"I'll go." He quickly left his seat and went up to the second floor.

Naning blinked her eyes in confusion, but said nothing.

Margaret brought Naning a piece of strawberry cookie, and the little girl happily ate it when she saw the delicious one, and the question just now was forgotten.

After a while, Margaret got up, and she said that she just remembered that the place where the handkerchief was put had been changed, and that Eric might not be able to find it.

Margaret left the crowd, and she came to the second floor, where Eric was in the corridor, seemingly waiting for Margaret.

"You know what I mean?" Margaret asked.

The boy nodded.

Margaret opened the door, took Eric in, and closed the door again.

He took Eric to the windowsill, and she looked at him and said, "You're watching them, aren't you?"

"Can't you?" Eric asked.

"Observation is a good habit, it can save you a lot of danger." Margaret said softly, and then looked at Eric seriously.

"However, you must also remember that sometimes, being too curious can actually harm yourself."

"Those two..."

Eric tried to speak, but couldn't finish because Lady Margaret stopped him.

"That's it for now, Eric."

The boy blinked his eyes, then nodded slowly.

Margaret put her hands down, she thought for a moment, and then said, "I have to put that on the agenda."

"what?"

Margaret looked at each other: "Your studies, you and Nanin."

"Ma'am..." Eric shouted, but swallowed those words after meeting Margaret's sight.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, and she said, "Just remember that a strong person can protect what he wants to protect, Eric, remember this."

"I remember, ma'am, all the time." The boy answered earnestly.

"We have to wait for an opportunity. Right now, I can't do anything about it, but it won't be long, Eric." Margaret murmured, not so much for Eric, but for herself.

At night, the weather is a bit muggy, and it is estimated that it will rain in the second half of the night.

Margaret's lungs were always uncomfortable, and it was even difficult to fall asleep in this weather. In the end, she simply opened the window to let herself stretch her neck like a goldfish to breathe. Then, a voice sounded.

"Since you can't sleep, won't it be too rude for me to invite you?"

Margaret followed the sound and saw that Mr. Ross had leaned out and was looking at her.

"What advice do you have?" Margaret asked.

Mr. Ross glanced at the small flowerbed on the ground, and said, "What do you think?"

"Nice proposal."

Margaret changed her nightgown, and she changed into a half-sleeved dress with a slightly hollow design and a simple frosty white base. The design of the ruffles, but on the back, the butterfly ribbon is not tied too much, but it is divided into two parts at the position of the skirt. The pleated inner part makes the skirt naturally fluffy, which further reflects the slender waist.

When they arrived in the garden, Aunt Sabina had already discovered another wonderful use of the garden, so there were tables and chairs here.

Margaret didn't know where Mr. Ross got the drinks and snacks. Anyway, when she got there, Mr. Ross gave him a smile that you can eat and drink.

A bottle of wine was prepared. Margaret originally thought that based on what she knew about the gentleman in front of her these days, he should like to drink spirits like martini, rather than the current one, which has a very low alcohol content and can almost be ignored. Juice drinks.

"For the lady."

As if seeing what Margaret was thinking, Mr. Ross said with a smile.

Margaret took the wine in the other party's hand, and the mellow taste slipped into her throat, and she showed a somewhat satisfied expression.

"Have you got an idea?"

Margaret put down her wine glass, she licked the hair on her cheeks, and said, "In general, but I'm still thinking about some details."

"Can you say it?"

"Oh, that's nothing." Margaret smiled. "I'm thinking about what kind of flower is more suitable for Aunt Sabina. I want to decorate it on my clothes."

Mr. Ross listened, thought for a moment, and said, "What do you think of vetiver iris?"

Margaret blinked.

"They're also called 'flowers of light.'"

"I think," said Margaret, "that is a very good suggestion."

"If you don't mind, I would like to ask you to let me prepare this one. I said I would give Madame Sabina a present."

"Should I suspect that you have thought of this long ago?" said Marguerite, "or have you calculated it all?"

The man laughed: "I'm not God, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Oh, you are not ordinary. After all, you are the first person I saw who can easily get away from the casino just by giving your name."

"I like ordinary." Mr. Ross raised his wine glass and clinked glasses with Margaret in the air, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But I'm more adventurous."

"Life should never be the same, should it?"

"Indeed." Margaret said, and picked up the cup in her hand.

While Margaret was drinking, what she didn't notice was that Mr. Ross raised his eyes slightly to look at the second floor, where the black-haired young man was watching them.

Mr. Ross raised his glass to pay tribute to the young people on the second floor, and after Margaret finished drinking the liquid in the glass, he turned his eyes lightly back.

He did it so perfectly that Margaret was completely unaware of it all.

"The wine's gone," said Mr. Ross.

Margaret put down her glass, feeling relieved.

"There is no second bottle." Mr. Ross smiled, and directly expressed what Margaret was thinking.

"Maybe there will be a next time," Margaret said with a smile.

Mr. Rose got up, ready to send Margaret back, which is a gentleman's etiquette, but Margaret refused.

"You need to enjoy your time alone, don't spoil it because of me."

"For ladies, the word disappointment is never used."

"I'm not an ordinary lady, so I can always go back alone." Margaret said with confidence and a smile in her eyes.

Mr. Rose didn't force anymore, he sat down again, and looked at the woman's back, her slender and thin body, and her jet-black hair seemed to be clearly visible even in the dark because of the luster.

Mr. Ross took the real wine from under the table, his favorite - martini, and began to spend his drinking time alone.

Margaret went back to her room, washed up a bit, and fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.

Although Margaret went to bed late last night, she still got up early in the morning because she has a good idea now.

Margaret stayed in the room for too long, during which Julie came to ask her to come out for breakfast, but Margaret refused, Julie had no choice but to bring a simple breakfast.

It wasn't that Julie didn't want to make Margaret richer, but that it would be troublesome if it was too rich, and they all knew that Margaret, who was devoted to making clothes, would directly refuse to eat for fear of trouble. something.

Margaret didn't go out for almost the whole morning, and she didn't move much. When Eric came to call her at noon, she finally showed a smile.

"lady……"

The boy's voice paused in mid-air, his eyes widened.

Margaret got up, and before she had time to rub her sore shoulders and the back of her neck, she stood aside so that the sun could fully shine on the wedding dress.