[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

The boy's body stood upright, and he did not relax even after 10 minutes.

Ever since his mother died, Eric has had such a habit without knowing it.

He lives more cautiously. In front of others, he will show a kind of innocence in line with his grade from time to time, but when he is alone, there is nowhere to hide the uneasiness in his heart.

He was too weak and not strong enough, so his nerves were tense.

"That man..." There was such a voice in Eric's heart, and his mind showed the man's appearance in detail like a puzzle, from the lines at the corners of his eyes to the ups and downs at the corners of his mouth.

There are such people in this world who have everything from birth.

And some people, no matter how hard they try, they can lose everything with just one word.

The boy was expressionless. He came out of the shadows, resting his left hand on the window sill, his eyes staring at the night, and it took him a long time to blink.

The 12-year-old boy had an idea in the countryside, an idea that he had to work hard for.

Two days before the wedding, in the morning, Margaret went for a walk along the path for her own health.Nanin accompanied her, and the little girl gathered flowers while humming.

Nanin was trying to put a berry into Marguerite's mouth when Mr. Rose came in his rather odd carriage.

Margaret saw Mr. Roset's carriage, she gently pushed Naning's hand away, her eyes sparkled, because Mr. Roset said that the gift would be given to Aunt Sabina, and Margaret Gretel was eager to see what the wedding dress would look like when they came together.

"You look a little impatient." Mr. Rose said with a smile as he got out of the carriage, "It's a pity that it wasn't because of seeing me."

"I suppose you expect as much as I do?" said Marguerite.

"I hope I hide well," said Mr. Ross, and produced a box wrapped in black velvet, tied with a silver ribbon tied in a pretty bow.

When Mr. Roset opened the box, the berries in Nanning's hand rolled into the mud.

"What did you see? My dear." Mr. Ross turned his head and asked the little girl whose eyes were wide-eyed because of surprise, and the latter blinked, unable to conceal his joy.

"Flower elves, right, Mr. Rose, where there are flower elves, aren't there?"

Naning's immature words made the man smile slightly, he did not answer Naning's words, but moved his eyes to Margaret.

"What about you? What did you see?"

"Perfect," said Margaret.

"Give me your hand." Margaret looked up at the other party, and then stretched out her left hand.

Mr. Ross took out the gemstone brooch and put it in Margaret's palm.

The unique coolness of gemstones makes it feel more intense in this somewhat hot summer.After touching the human skin, the rose-red and transparent gemstone almost glowed with the luster of running water, as if what was held in the palm of the hand was a handful of flowing water received from heaven.

"I think you will bring its beauty to a more extreme level, Mrs. Margaret."

On the day of the wedding, the sky was clear.

In the hotel room, Margaret is combing Aunt Sabina's hair.

Aunt Sabina was still a very charming woman, thanks in large part to her well-maintained hair and face.

Aunt Sabina was still a beauty, although she was no longer slender and her waist was much thicker, and a beauty always looks better when she is dressed up.

"Where's the veil? Madame," Nanin asked.

"No, no veil." Marguerite said, moving her hands deftly, braiding Aunt Sabina's hair into two strands, she gave up any complexity, not to mention the current fashion in the center of Paris society. The kind of look that adorns one's hair with feathers and whatever else one can find.

Aunt Sabina's hair was beautifully blond when she was young, and now it's brown-blond. Margaret hides the tail of the braid, and then she adorns it with twelve tiny pearls. Not even Aunt Sabina was allowed to wear any jewelry.

Those rubies or sapphires were completely dropped.

Finally, after Aunt Sabina finished all the makeup, Margaret squatted on the ground and buttoned Mr. Rosser's gift in the middle of the breast of the wedding dress.

"Okay." Margaret smiled.

The wedding started at three o'clock in the afternoon.Uncle Franço has no relatives. Armand's parents came over, but Louise was pregnant not long ago, so she couldn't come.Except for Marguerite and the others, most of the neighbors and regular customers who came here showed the popularity of Aunt Sabina and Uncle Franço.

Margaret wore a light-colored dress today, and she matched it with a colorful shawl. Like Aunt Sabina, Margaret's attire was also extremely simple.

She didn't wear any gemstones, and only made two camellias out of velvet material on her left shoulder, revealing her beautiful shoulders.

People will naturally pay more attention to the beauty, but when the beauty does not respond, the staring is a bit boring. Most importantly, when the bride comes out, the people present can no longer look around. .

There was no one in Aunt Sabina's natal family, so it was Armand's father, Mr. Duval old, who walked her down the aisle.

The woman is wearing a white and light wedding dress, with a gorgeous white brocade lining and a velvet outer gauze, layer by layer, giving it a sense of swelling and undulations.

The wedding dress didn't have too many designs, and there was only one pattern, which was on the chest.

The off-the-shoulder wedding dress is made of satin and velvet to add a layer of open collar. The fine pattern locks the edge, and the bottom is more delicate strokes. Except for white, it is white, but because of the different materials, people can still see it at a glance. See the degree of layering of the pattern.

If the swell and off-the-shoulder design of the wedding dress perfectly showed the fair skin of the bride, then the irises hanging on the chest perfectly set off her personal character, just like irises the same color.

"I think it's perfect now." Mr. Ross walked up to Margaret and said, Margaret looked at him slightly.

This man is indeed somewhat mysterious, but Margaret told herself not to be too curious.

"Because it is the ultimate in itself."

Mr. Ross looked at her and smiled, as if he understood her thoughts completely, but he didn't care very peacefully.

The wedding continued. Uncle Franço was also wearing a dress today. He looked a bit rough on weekdays, but he looked a bit handsome today.

The priest read the holy words on it, and everyone looked at the couple with blessing eyes until they said those three words and kissed each other in public.

Marguerite was watching all this when the dark-haired young man came.

"I love it," Gaston said.His eyes fell on the wedding dress, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"What do you like about it?" Margaret asked, with a hint of a smile.

The young man turned his head to look at her: "I like its style, its purpose, the determination it carries at this time, and the fact that its designer did not give up."

The golden sun shines on the ground. Although Margaret is tall, Gaston is also a tall young man, so she can't talk to him when he talks, and now, after he said all this , Margaret raised her head slightly.

She saw that Gaston's eyelashes seemed to be dyed gold, and the smile and sincerity in those eyes.

"Thank you." Margaret thought, perhaps she had never thanked the other party so sincerely.

"What do you thank me for?" the young man laughed.

Margaret smiled: "Thank you for the house you introduced to me, thank you for treating me as a friend, and thank you for always trusting me."

"I think this is the most touching thank you I have received so far." Gaston said with the corners of his lips curled up.

They looked at each other and smiled, and then turned their attention to the happy couple again. The bouquets were thrown away high, and they didn't know who had snatched them from the chaos. Those excited voices almost overturned the entire venue.

Margaret left Gaston and came to Eric.

The boy has been looking at her since just now, but he hasn't passed.

"Have I ever thanked you, Eric?" Margaret said with a smile.

The boy blinked his eyes in confusion, Margaret chuckled, and leaned over to kiss Eric on the forehead, which represented gratitude.

"Thank you too, my little knight."

The curly-haired boy's fair cheeks were slightly flushed, his pursed lips were now loosened, and there was a hint of a smile that could not be concealed.

Margaret pulled Eric's hand, and the two entered the coterie of Julie and Nanin, who were wreaking havoc with the crowd, and they joined it all.

Everyone has the right to happiness, as long as you firmly believe and work hard, you will always have it.

Since that day, Aunt Sabina has become a star. Some couples who are about to get married soon began to ask who was the tailor who made Aunt Sabina's wedding dress. Aunt Sabina seized this opportunity to promote it. Fan.It was at this point that Margaret was once again the object of courtship, although the people who asked her to wear her wedding dress could not afford even the fraction that people in the center of Paris offered her.

"But this is an opportunity," Gaston said.

"I agree with Gaston," said Armand.

Margaret took a few steps by the window, then she turned her head and smiled at everyone: "Then why should I refuse this opportunity?"