[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

"What do you think? Eric." Margaret asked the boy with her head slightly tilted. Her eyes were a little tired, but she still looked very energetic.

The boy looked away from the clothes, and he smiled with deep dimples.

"Sorry ma'am, I probably can't think of a better compliment."

Margaret was nervous at the first half of the boy's apology, but when she heard the second half of the boy's sentence, she relaxed and raised the corners of her mouth.

"But," Eric came over, he slightly raised his head and looked at Margaret, with concern in his eyes.

"You should also pay more attention to your body."

"I will." Margaret said, seeing Eric's expression, she emphasized again.

"I really will."

Eric relaxed his expression. Even though he knew in his heart that Mrs. Margaret might not be able to do it, maybe he could be more careful, for example, remind her more.

"Okay, ma'am." Eric nodded.

"Do you want me to fetch Aunt Sabina for you?"

"Oh, I'll go myself," said Margaret, but the boy gave her a hand.

"You sit down and at least take a break."

"I think I've rested long enough, darling," Margaret smiled, and Eric thought for a moment, then said.

"Then I'll accompany you, and you can take a walk as a physical exercise."

Eric's thoughtful behavior made Margaret rub his hair. After that, she stopped rejecting the boy's proposal, because she knew that the refusal would have no effect.

They went to find Aunt Sabina, who was talking to Uncle Franço, with a girlish rosy face.

"Sure enough," Margaret couldn't help remembering a sentence, "the power of love makes any woman look radiant."

Margaret told Aunt Sabina that the dress was almost finished, and asked her to try it on so that Margaret could adjust the size again. After all, the different distribution of bones and muscles, as well as the appearance of a person, made even Knowing the data of the figure clearly, you still have to see the effect of real people wearing it and make appropriate adjustments.

No matter how expensive a high-end makeup is, if it is worn on an inappropriate person, it will not have any aesthetic feeling.

When Aunt Sabina heard that her wedding dress was ready, she rolled her eyes happily. Uncle Franco wanted to accompany Sabina to see it, but the latter refused.

"Why?" Uncle Franco was a little puzzled.

Julie hummed to the side, and looked at Uncle Franco with reproachful eyes, as if he was an incomprehensible piece of wood. Married old men really don't understand women's little thoughts at all.

"If you look at the wedding now, what is there to see?"

"I..." Uncle Franco opened his mouth, but for a moment he still didn't understand what he did wrong.A married man next to him laughed and said, "Let the women be beautiful, there must be some surprises at the wedding."

Uncle Franco touched his nose, even an old man would blush.

"Oh, then, then I won't go there." Uncle Franco said stumblingly, and everyone else laughed.

Aunt Sabina gave those people a sideways look, showing the air of a hotel proprietress. She patted the young guests one by one, and crossed her arms to argue with her old regulars. Anyway, they were not allowed to laugh at Uncle Franço However, Uncle Franco blushed even more because of this action.

"Let's go, let's go." Julie rushed away, because people who are used to working in the center of Paris, even maids would not express their feelings so boldly, it was really embarrassing, but Sabina Aunt obviously didn't think it needed to be concealed, so she kept talking about it as she went up the stairs.

"It's not like that in the center of Paris, it's kind of embarrassing," Jolie said.

Aunt Sabina looked at her with a strange expression for the first time.

"I really don't understand this kind of logic." Aunt Sabina looked at Margaret again, "What do you think? Honey."

Margaret, who was named, blinked, and then found that several people were looking at her.

Margaret smiled and said softly, "I envy you."

Aunt Sabina seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and she showed a somewhat apologetic look.

Margaret didn't want the lady to misunderstand anything, so she explained, "It's not what you think, I mean, I think it's really nice to be able to express your feelings honestly."

"I think I'm liking you more and more, honey," Aunt Sabina said with a smile.

They went up to the second floor and talked for a while, but when they opened the room and saw Margaret's clothes hanging on the models, Aunt Sabina immediately stopped chatting, her eyes widened, and she sighed with the word God.

"You can go over and have a look and try it on." Margaret reminded the other party.The woman just woke up like a dream.

"Oh, yes, I," Aunt Sabina paused, then turned around and couldn't help giving Margaret a warm hug.

"Oh! Honey, I like it so much. If I can't fit, I will fast until my wedding day!"

Aunt Sabina's reaction made Margaret very happy. As a designer, it is far better to recognize their works than to praise them.

Margaret and the others waited outside. When Aunt Sabina came out of the bathroom, everyone's eyes lit up again.

"I don't think I need to go on a diet at all!" Aunt Sabina announced happily.

"My God, dear Sabina, you're absolutely wonderful!" Julie exclaimed, and then she turned to Marguerite and said, "I think Franço must have thought that he was killed by something on his wedding day." Awesome gift hit."

"You really think so, Julie?" Sabina asked sweetly.

"Of course, dear!" Julie confirmed.

Aunt Sabina shifted her gaze to Margaret: "What do you think? Honey."

"I think you will be the most beautiful and happiest bride that day, and I have no doubts about that, dear Aunt Sabina." Margaret said with a smile.

"Oh! Come here, I have to kiss you!" said Aunt Sabina, walking towards Margaret herself, and she gave Margaret two passionate kisses on the cheek.

Ten minutes later, when Aunt Sabina took off her clothes and they sat in a chair, Margaret said.

"Actually, the wedding dress isn't quite ready yet."

"Such a beautiful dress hasn't been finished yet?" Aunt Sabina couldn't believe it, she really couldn't think of what was missing from the dress.

"That's a gift, Mr. Rose gave it to you, and what I need to do is to finish it for you when the time comes, and finally finish it, and you," Margaret paused, the corners of her mouth raised, " All you have to do is be a happy bride that day."

"That sounds so sweet," Aunt Sabina sighed.

At noon, while having lunch, Aunt Sabina proudly told people about it, but whenever someone asked to see it, Julie and she would pretend to be mysterious and say that it would not be revealed until the wedding, because After that, some half-drunk men started knocking glasses on the table, but they were all suppressed by Aunt Sabina.

Gaston grinned and asked Margaret if he could have priority privileges, but before Margaret could say anything, Aunt Sabina had already looked at the boy's head.

"Nobody, Armand, and you, too."

Armand, who was listening to this with a smile, blinked: "I know."

"Oh, how can you react like that, honey," Aunt Sabina complained. "Aren't you even curious?"

The blond young man was a little confused by his aunt, Gaston smiled timely: "That's because you are always the most beautiful in his eyes, you have to give him some time to imagine what you look like when you are more beautiful. "

"It's lovely," said Aunt Sabina, laughing.

The dark-haired young man blinked: "I'm telling the truth."

Everyone laughed, Armand heaved a sigh of relief, and showed a grateful look to his friend. To be honest, even after so many years, he is still not used to his aunt's teasing behavior sometimes, because, you have It may not be clear whether she is joking or really thinks so.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Margaret was still fine-tuning Aunt Sabina's wedding dress, when there was a knock on the door.

Margaret raised her head, her mind was a little dull, and she shook her head and walked over until the third knock on the door.

She opened the door and found Eric outside the door, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.

Margaret was still a little dazed at first, but when she noticed the boy's gaze was glancing to the back, she suddenly blocked it with her body a little guilty.

"Well..." Margaret dragged on for a long time, thinking about thoughts, but Eric had already said it first.

"Drink this glass of milk and you rest, ma'am."

Margaret stared blankly at the boy in front of her. Her hand was still on the doorknob, but Eric had already held her hand, and then walked towards the bed.

"You have to rest." Putting down the milk in his hand, Eric looked at his wife and repeated.

"I..." Margaret wanted to say, maybe she could go to bed later, but Eric just looked at him with those big eyes.

His lips moved. "The body is important, ma'am," he whispered.

Margaret suddenly called Eric's mother, she sighed in her heart, and then said softly: "I will rest, as you said, finish this cup of hot milk."

"En." The boy nodded, showing a warm smile instead of looking happy as usual.

Margaret pursed her lips, then touched Eric's hair with her hand.

"I really promise you, Eric."

"Okay, ma'am." Eric showed the dimples on his cheeks. He said good night to Margaret, and then walked out of the room. After closing the door, the smile on the boy's face faded away.

Eric returned to his room. He stood on the window sill and turned sideways so that most of his body was hidden by the curtains.

This is a good corner, which can safely prevent other people's sight, and can see the actions outside.