[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

The man's blue eyes also looked at Margaret.

The expression on Gaston's face softened, and he looked at Margaret, who had slightly looked away.

The carriage didn't stop, and continued to move forward, and the curtain was lowered afterwards, blocking all eyes.

"Aren't you leaving?"

When Gaston saw the other party asking with a smile, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, picked a topic at random and started talking with Margaret.

It was as if nothing had happened, but the man in the carriage was not like that.

Baron Fanville still turned his head to look, and his right hand maintained a movement. In front of him was a gorgeous car curtain with complicated red and gold patterns, but it was nothing more than that.

The way Margaret looked away kept replaying in his mind.

Black hair, black eyes, skin that looks extraordinarily fair and tender in the suburbs, looks so out of place here, but there is no discomfort.

The man pursed his lower lip, then withdrew his stiff right hand.

So stupid, he thought, and looked ahead, expressionless on his handsome face.

After dinner, Margaret returned to her room.As usual, she picked up charcoal pencils and wanted to design some clothes, but it didn't take long before there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door, and the black-haired young man was looking at her leisurely with his arms folded.

Marguerite let him look at him, and the young man blinked.

"Aren't you curious?"

"If you mean that, I call it 'care.'"

Gaston smiled. He put down his hand, then took Margaret's hand and kissed it: "Have a good dream."

After Gaston left, Marguerite sat down on the chair again, and just picked up the charcoal pencil, there was another knock on the door, and a cautious voice.

"Madame, it is I, Nanin."

Margaret got up and went to open the door. The little girl held a coffee caramel pudding in her hand and said with wide eyes, "I'm afraid you're hungry."

"Thank you, Nanin."

Margaret knew that Nanin was showing her concern, and usually used lots and lots of pastries and cakes to make others feel comforted and sweet.She kissed the little girl on the forehead, and told Nanin to go to bed early.

The door was closed again, Margaret put the pudding on the coffee table, she sat down again, just about to pick up the charcoal, she paused again, looking out of the door, but fortunately, there was no ring up.

Margaret drew her design with peace of mind, and waited until the grandfather clock struck a few times before she suddenly raised her head and almost broke her neck. She hissed twice, then sighed, put the drawing away, and then , The door was knocked.

Margaret paused, and she went to open the door, and there was a boy standing at the door.

Margaret looked at the wrinkled clothes on Eric's body, then turned her eyes and thought for a while and said, "Why didn't you knock on the door at first?"

"I'm afraid you will find it annoying." The boy said honestly.

Margaret smiled slightly: "It's a bit annoying."

The boy also laughed, "You are ready to sleep."

"Yes, I remember I promised."

"En." The boy replied, a little happy, but it seemed that he didn't intend to say anything else.Margaret was a little curious.

"that's it?"

The boy looked at her with peace in his eyes.

"You've already made up your mind, haven't you?"

"Then why are you still standing at the door for so long?"

Eric blinked, and he looked directly at Margaret instead of turning his head away with a flushed face and some awkwardness.

"Because I'm still worried."

Margaret felt very appropriate in her heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Is it because of Aunt Sabina?"

The boy looked surprised, but soon, he nodded slightly shyly.

"You said," he murmured, "that you were envious of expressing your feelings so bravely, so I thought, at least I can do it."

He looked up at Margaret and said seriously: "So, madam, you don't need to envy anyone."

Margaret smiled slightly, "Yeah, I think so."

"Good night, ma'am."

"Good night, Eric."

Margaret looked at the boy's back, she was still a little too thin, but today it seemed to have the outline of a teenager, the shoulders were not broad enough, but they were tall enough.

Margaret blinked slowly, she said to herself, she had to give this kid a better platform, instead of burying his talent.

The next morning, when Margaret took Naning and the others out for a stroll, a somewhat arrogant woman appeared in Aunt Sabina's hotel.

"Who was the tailor for that 'Bride of June' collection?"

This expensively dressed young woman is definitely an outlier in this small place, not to mention she has always maintained that annoying air, Uncle Saron, who often comes to drink in Aunt Sabina's hotel, curled her lips in disdain.

Miss Noble's trick didn't seem to work in this small hotel. Rosa O'Deye felt a little embarrassed, she narrowed her eyes and raised her voice again.

"Marguerite Gautier, where's the whore!" As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her, and Armand, who had just come from the backyard, suppressed the smile on his face.

"There's only one tailor here, Marguerite Gautier, and a great one."

"Yes, Rosa is looking for her." The man next to him said, although he was dressed gorgeously, he always looked a little cowardly in front of a more powerful wife, so that his interruption at the moment always made people feel a little flattering Son.

The princess looked at Armand and said bluntly: "Let her come out."

Armand looked at the other party, his usual gentle and smiling expression had already subsided, and he almost said those words in a calm and emotionless tone.

"Mrs. Margaret has gone out in the morning. As for when she will come back, I don't know." The implication is that if you want to wait, just wait.

Naturally, the princess had never been treated like this, her chest was trembling with anger, she looked at Armand, raised her voice and said: "I am the eldest daughter of the Duke of Odeje, Rosa Aude yeah!"

"Hi, welcome to our shop, princess," Armand paused, looking at the princess's husband, Leo Carax, "and you, Count Carax."

"How dare you be so rampant!" The princess said angrily, because what Armand said later made her feel offended.Of course, it was not because of Leo Carax, but because he was her husband, which also had a bearing on her own dignity.

Armand has always been a gentle and polite young man, but he is particularly tired of such an arrogant noblewoman in front of him, not to mention that this Duchess Rosa Odeye is simply the most shameless than he has seen in the past twenty years. Li's noble lady was even a bit more domineering, so he let his contempt and disdain blurt out almost without thinking.

If it is said that at the moment when he said it, Armand still had some regrets, but now, after the princess's words, he has no regrets at all.

"What I say is the truth, princess."

Rosa Odeye was trembling with anger. Although she was always arrogant, she had almost never encountered such a rebuttal, so she didn't know what to do other than trembling for a while. fight back.It was her husband next to her, Count Carax, who stood up.

"This is a bit rude, sir." The little Earl Carax said a little seriously. Although he was not tall and his appearance was not first-class, he was undoubtedly a good husband who knew how to protect his wife.

Armand is not a person who likes to argue with others, but he is willing to give in to anyone who has a sense. Therefore, he apologized to the princess, not in the name of Rosa Odeille, but in the name of Leo Ca Wife of the Earl of Kex.

Rosa Odeye naturally didn't think of this level. She took it for granted that the reason for this rude young man's apology was because she was the eldest daughter of the Duke Odeye's family, so she snorted.

"Since the lady is not here, let's go first," said the little Earl Lacax.

Rosa Odeye stared: "No, I have to find her today."

"Then..." The little Earl Carax was a little embarrassed, and Rosa Odeye had already made his own decision.

"It's right here." She gritted her teeth, "It won't be so easy to forget later."

Armand frowned. If he could, he wished he could refuse to let the princess in, but in the end he endured it and tried to treat the proud lady as a guest in the hotel.

"I want good Ceylon black tea..." The princess said a lot eloquently, and then looked at Armand with somewhat impatient eyes, telling him to bring it over quickly.

"The store you need is not available at the moment. If you insist on waiting, it may take a while." Armand said calmly.

The princess frowned: "How long?"

Armand looked at each other and said, "At least a year later."

The princess glared at him, and the blond young man was unmoved, but said flatly: "This store does not provide the content you mentioned above for the time being."

They were in a stalemate, and the little Earl Carax wanted to say something, but at this moment, a loud laugh came.

"Did I miss something?" The dark-haired young man blinked his eyes. He originally wanted to say the word "good show", but when he saw Rosa Odeye and the little Earl Carax, he thought again Cleverly swallowed it back.

"Gaston Garrel." The princess frowned, then moved her eyes to the people next to her, past the old ones and the young ones, and landed directly on the black-haired woman.

She was wearing a light pink long dress, covered with a layer of fine lace tulle, a circle of slightly worn green satin wrapped around the chest, naturally wrapped in a long knot, and hung down on the chest.

The woman's hair was braided, like an oval gemstone. There was no makeup on the black hair, but the shiny hair was still very charming.

She doesn't like long gloves like those rich ladies and ladies in the center of Paris. Instead, she has bare hands, her thin white wrists seem to be soaked in milk, and she holds a bunch of fresh Camellia.

Rosa Odeye stood up directly, raised her chin, and said in a contemptuous tone: "You are Marguerite Gautier?"