[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Mr. Ross and his good friend left on the second day after Aunt Sabina's marriage. Their two unique carriages and Mr. Ross's steed called the Ruler passed through Bougival. Like the flowing clouds in the sky, no one was disturbed.

mysterious person.

This is some people's evaluation of Mr. Rose and them, but Margaret, she just thought in her heart: Maybe I can see them again in the future.It's just that I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune.

Within one month, there were seven couples who decided to hold the wedding in advance in order to get the wedding dress made by Margaret first.

There are no secrets in a small place, whether it is good or bad, it always spreads very fast.

People say that there was a great tailor in Sabina's hotel in the suburbs of Paris, and she stepped into the palace of marriage wearing a wedding dress made by her.

"Bride of June?" Margaret smiled as she looked at the black-haired young man, who shrugged his shoulders with his arms folded.

"People always want more to talk about, and instead of letting them run out of their horrible imaginations, let's think of a better one."

This matter spread wantonly like spring pollen. In a luxurious manor in Paris, a wedding that seemed a little less gorgeous began. Shocking, but unfortunately, there are always a few kids who pout and tell their parents that he's seen better.

Rosa, the eldest daughter of the Duchess Odeje, should have been the protagonist of the day. She had been dreaming of her wedding for a long time, but the child's undisguised words made the proud girl feel insulted.

She was almost sullen throughout the wedding, and the groom was a young man who looked like a cowardly man. He was frightened, thinking that something was wrong with him, and what he didn't know was that his lucky God This allowed him to have a reputation and power that no one else could match in his entire life.

The young noble scion should not have been blamed for anything wrong, but the young bride had tears in her heart and blamed everything for not having the best wedding.

This is an imperfect wedding.

The Duchess of Odeje could see her daughter's grievances. She was glad that Rosa was not too rude. After the wedding, she asked her youngest daughter's fiancé to come to the study.

"Mom is looking for you..." Marina asked her fiance worriedly, but bit her lips again and couldn't continue.

"It's okay." Baron Vanville kissed his fiancée on the forehead, he smiled to comfort her, and then walked to the study of the Duchess of Odeje.

Pushing open the door, the elderly woman was sitting on a cork red chair. She raised her eyes slightly, as if this was her kingdom.

Baron Vanville saluted and sat down opposite the woman.

The Duchess of Odeje closed the book in her hand, and she still pursued perfection at home, so the pair of white gloves seemed to have become a part of her skin, and no one would feel any abruptness.

"Have you heard?" the Duchess began, her voice not loud but striking enough, it was a tone that could not be ignored.

"An interesting thing happened recently in the suburbs of Paris."

"There's something interesting about everything," said the baron.

"Really?" The Duchess smiled lightly, "But it's really curious that they are all related to one person."

"indeed."

The Duchess Odeje stared at the man in front of her with green eyes. After a long time, the smile on her face faded.

"My older daughter was imperfect once, and I thought, I can't accept any imperfections in my younger daughter."

Baron Vanville stood up and leaned over to kiss the back of the Duchess' hand.

After the duchess left the man, she continued to look at the door. Then, she picked up her hookah and breathed.

In the breath of white smoke rings, a woman seemed to be vaguely outlined.

The Duchess moved the hookah away, then raised her hand slightly and used the handle to break up the smoke rings.

Baron Vanville left the Duchess's study, and the Egyptian plush carpet covered the entire corridor, gorgeous and extravagant.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the man stopped. He allowed himself to look out of the window for a while, and then walked forward again.

Marina was waiting for him in the living room.

Van Veer doesn't accept coercion, his life is meant to be like this, his future is so clear.

The original meaning of coercion is to make a person do something he does not want to do, contrary to his philosophy.And if that was the goal he wanted to move forward from the very beginning, then there would be no coercion.

It's just that active and passive are always different.

His steps became more and more steady, and gradually became consistent, as if he had been doing that all along, looking forward to his goal.

In the living room, the peaceful girl is holding a book on the sofa

The girl's profile is very beautiful, her slender eyebrows are not smart, they have a gentle curvature like a willow tree, her eyes are beautiful green, and her lips are red, like peach blossoms.

Marina is [-]% similar to her mother, the Duchess of Odeje, but her facial features are more refined and perfect. Most importantly, the mother and daughter feel completely different, just like at this moment, Fan Before Will stepped into the living room, Marina had already raised her head, closed the book and walked towards him.

"Did mother say anything?"

Marina is not a stupid girl. She has always known the strength of her mother, and she also respects and admires her mother from the bottom of her heart. After the initial joy of engagement, she also gradually discovered that the relationship between her mother and the man she loves is not as clear as it seems. So harmonious on the face.

Marina couldn't figure out why.

If they didn't like each other directly, or if they were noisy, she might still understand, but now, she didn't understand, and neither of them explained to her.

Margaret is used to hiding behind her mother, she won't cause trouble if she doesn't ask, and she can just do her own thing if she doesn't ask, so this habit of raising her makes her treat her own feelings and even her future marriage. in this way.

"Nothing." Baron Vanville answered the other party's question.

"En." Marina didn't ask this topic anymore. Although she was very worried, she always thought that if they continued to ask when they didn't plan to talk to her, the consequences might be unbearable for her.

She watched the man fiddling with the tea, so she changed the subject.

"You remember that Rosa and her husband were going to your house in Bougival that afternoon?"

"Yes, I haven't forgotten." Baron Vanville handed the brewed black tea to his fiancée, who couldn't hide a blush on his face because of this small move.

"Ah, as long as you remember." The young girl said in a low voice, she lowered her head and sipped the black tea, as if, this is not just tea, but the fine nectar flowing from the Dionysus jar Same.

While Marina was immersed in this careful and happy time, Fan Weier just watched all this calmly.

He's a smart man who knows how to please a woman, although a lot of the time, it doesn't require him to.

He has lived for more than twenty years, and since he was a child, he has been used to seeing those flattering expressions that come to his home.

Although the Vanville family's title is not high, they have owned a lot of property since their ancestors. In addition to their ancestral property, they have successively produced some business-minded heirs for several generations. Family too.

But, it's not enough.

Van Veer couldn't remember when he stopped being interested in those games, but he remembered the feeling every time he went through the accounts in his head, and the pride every time he saw the rules of a game clearly.

His life was supposed to be like this, relying on the wealth accumulated by his ancestors, he made himself richer.

Money is not enough, he needs to marry a princess, so that he has no worries.

In the upper class, money is consumables, cornerstones and bricks, and titles are the most invisible wealth and protection barrier.

He was a lucky man, almost the most powerful woman in Paris, and her beloved young daughter was very obsessed with him.

Fan Weier also loved this girl from the bottom of his heart.

why not?

The princess is noble, decent, and has an exquisite appearance, and her pure and fiery heart is completely held in front of her by her.

What else is he dissatisfied with?

The man took a sip of black tea, and in the dense aroma of the black tea, through the misty heat, the brown-haired woman in front of him seemed to be shaking slightly, and then outlined another look.

"Did you hear what I said?"

The sound is sweet and clear, like summer fruit wine.

Baron Fanville put down the black teacup in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "You tell me, I promise to fully listen."

Marina gave a sweet smile and started talking about what she was going to bring to Rosa and her husband.

Bougival, dinner time has not yet started, Marguerite has been stuck in her room for most of this time, she decided to take care of her health, she will go for a walk before dinner.

Gaston took a top hat and said he was going with her.

Just as Margaret was about to speak, the man stretched out his arms towards her, looked at her mischievously, and seemed to say, "How can you still refuse me like this."

Of course, although Margaret wanted to say, don't use such a trick next time, but obviously, both she and Gaston knew that it would always be useful next time.

Nanin and Eric also followed. Armand needs to take care of the hotel temporarily. Julie is a good helper, and during this time, she has discovered new fun here, for example, studying with some housewives here How to make strawberry cookies more fluffy and mellow, and whether the ladies in downtown Paris really like not to wear underwear.

Aunt Sabina is still managing her own hotel since she got married, but under the lobbying of Armand and the others, she agreed to go on honeymoon with Uncle Franço. It is absolutely impossible that Uncle Franço thought of it himself, it is all due to Gaston.

"I think they should ask you to take care of all this." When Margaret knew about this, she just smiled and said, but Gaston winked at her, indicating that he was a bit too expensive, and most people Please excuse me.

Bougival at dusk has a special beauty.

The Seine River was almost reddened by the sunset glow, and the nearby mountains were also dotted with gold, like a natural oil painting that was toned down a bit.

The two adults walked behind, Nanin and Eric in front, talking small things from time to time, and turning their heads from time to time to see if Marguerite and the others were left behind.

The wind was blowing slightly, and Margaret brushed a strand of hair from her cheeks, and pressed them to her ears, revealing her white and tender earlobes, which had no gemstones on them, only a little pink pearl decoration, which reflected the The woman has fair skin and a slender neck.

Margaret felt Gaston's gaze, she turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young man blinked his eyes slowly, as if he still couldn't let go of the scene just now.

The sound of the carriage sounded, which seemed a bit abrupt on this quiet path.

Gaston took Margarita's hand, Eric also took Nanin, and they stepped back a little.

That luxurious carriage seemed to have suddenly added a touch of thick gold to this oil painting, it was beautiful, but it was extraordinarily abrupt.

This kind of driving does not look like an ordinary person.

Before Gaston could think of anything, he caught Margaret's gaze.He followed the other party's line of sight, and on the carriage that was still moving, the curtains of the carriage had been lifted a little, revealing the appearance of the people inside.