[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret looked at the person coming.

It was a young lady, tall and slender, with bright blond hair, and a small mole on her pink right cheek, adding a touch of charm.

Although Princess Marina's facial features are exquisite, this Princess Rosa's expression is more beautiful, and besides that, she is also extremely proud.

"I am Rosa Odeye, the eldest daughter of the Duke Odeye's family."

Margaret didn't know each other, she had never met this Princess Rosa Odeye, because at that time, the former was not in the Duke's mansion.

The visitor had a noble status, and his strong tone made him spoiled. Margaret looked at him.

"What do you want from me?" Her tone was a little light, and Princess Rosa smiled, mocking.

"I heard that a famous courtesan in Paris is now a tailor. I was about to come back and see her, but she made some mistakes because of her overreach. Now, I finally see her."

"You are in my shop, I don't think it's a kind of etiquette to treat my customers like this." The blond young man stood up and said, he looked at the princess in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed, and his usual gentleness was completely restrained stand up.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" The princess glared at him.

Armand said lightly: "I only know that the hotel is for tourists, but I don't know what types of hotels there are." The young man paused and said, "I think it would be a good idea to divide the hotels into different types. In this way, we can always screen out some less polite guests in advance.”

The princess's face turned red. Even though his fiancé thought it was her fault, the short count decided to maintain her dignity in front of everyone.

"Mr. Armand Garrel, right?" said the young Count Carax, "In accordance with etiquette, we are indeed different from the people here, I think you should understand."

Since the little Earl Carax revealed his identity, Armand acted in accordance with the etiquette of his identity, but it did not mean that he recognized this Duchess Rosa Odeje. To be honest, the arrogant noble lady is not without him. I've seen it before, but it's the first time it's shown on my face like this.

Seeing that Armand bowed his head, Princess Rosa Odeye was a little complacent, and kissed her husband intimately on the cheek, expressing that she was proud of him, while the little Count Carax blushed a little.

The princess thought that she now had confidence, so she appeared even more arrogant, but at the same time, she seemed to recall her identity, so she no longer directly established hatred in front of Margaret, but said: "I heard You now call yourself a tailor."

Margaret looked at each other and said calmly: "I'm just a tailor now."

The princess smiled: "Okay, I have always been a gentle person. If people need it, I will always understand other people's emotions."

There were thorns in her words. If it was an ordinary person, she might either cry secretly, or directly argue with the other party, but Margaret just looked at the other party indifferently.

The princess was a little unconvinced when she touched a soft nail, but thinking of what happened next, she still held back her breath for the time being.

"I saw the 'June Bride' series, and I think your level is not too bad, so next month you have to make my birthday dress even more perfect."

Everyone was stunned by the princess's words, and the uncles and aunts who were drinking began to whisper.

"Of course, of course you can have an incomparably perfect dress." Margaret said with a smile.

Naning's eyes widened, and she pulled Marguerite's sleeve, but the latter did not respond to her.

Gaston looked at the black-haired woman without blinking his eyes, while Eric clenched his fists.

"That's a good thing to say," said the princess, in the way you can finally do something that pleases me, but Margaret smiled and waited for her to finish before continuing.

"I think you should learn the etiquette of letting people finish their speech."

Marguerite's words made Princess Rosa Odeille stare at her, the corners of Gaston's mouth curled up slightly, and Marguerite smiled slightly.

"I mean, of course you can have it, but it will never come from me."

"You!" The princess glared at the other party, and the smile on Margaret's face gradually dissipated, and she looked at the other party with a harsh and somewhat indifferent expression.

"Your dress is not elegant at all. I don't think I can accept a light green dress with a pink diamond necklace in my life." Margaret said the last sentence, which looked like a drum with its belly open. Green-skinned frog with eyes, she swallowed the sentence back.

The princess's chest trembled, and she felt insulted, even by a prostitute.

She raised her hand subconsciously, wanting to exercise her omnipotent aristocratic power.

Armand watched the other party raise his hand, and he subconsciously wanted to stop it, as did Gaston and the others, but a hand had already caught Rosa Odeye in time when she raised it.

Margaret said calmly: "You stretched your hand a little higher, which will make me misunderstand that you want to bind me. Without me, a tailor with no power and no power, knowing nothing, I thought, It would be best for you and me to avoid such a misunderstanding, wouldn't it?"

The princess struggled to move her hand. She was taller than Margaret and looked plump, but she couldn't move away for a while.

"It's not good for you to be so rude to the eldest daughter of the Duke of Odeje's family, Mrs. Margaret." A voice sounded.

Margaret's hand loosened for a moment, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a loud slap hit Margaret's cheek.

"Snapped--"

Margaret's cheeks were hot and painful, and her fair cheeks were becoming red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye. She subconsciously wanted to cover her cheeks, but when she first realized this, she forcibly endured it.

That's stupid!Too weak!too ugly!

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the two women looked at each other.

The gorgeous lady raised her chin arrogantly, and the woman holding the camellia also looked straight at each other.

Armand walked over quickly, without even bothering to look at Margaret's face reservedly. Eric ran in and brought the ice cubes after a short while. He held the ice cubes in his palm, and his hands were frozen flushed.

Naning hurriedly took out the handkerchief and wrapped the ice cubes.

Eric tiptoed slightly to apply it to Margaret, but the latter gently pushed his hand away.

Margaret looked at each other, her back straight.

"You have no right to hit me, I'm not a criminal, and if I were, it's not your right to physically punish me, but you did."

"Because you are a princess, if I hit you, the law will not protect me. Now I am small, helpless, lowly and trampled on, but it will not be too long. So you remember, from now on, you, Rosa Odeye, owe me Marguerite Gautier a slap."

After Margaret finished speaking, she stopped looking at the princess's ugly face and walked towards the handsome man.

Her gaze has never been so focused, and at the same time, it has never been so indifferent.

She paused in her steps and looked up at the other party. The redness and swelling on her face were so dazzling under the sun, like red plums formed by blood dripping on the cloth.

"I think today's humiliation is enough. Although I used to be a prostitute, from now on, I am a tailor. In the future, I will only have this identity and nothing else. The country's code protects the people, so, Baron, I think I should be entitled to defend myself after being attacked."

Baron Fanville stared blankly at the woman in front of him. Her facial features were still so familiar. She was so close to him, but there had never been a moment like this, which made him feel that she was clearly the same as him. A long distance away.

Something has changed, yes, it seems radically changed.

The man's hand subconsciously wanted to lift it up, as if he wanted to grab something, but the look in Margaret's eyes made him forcefully press it down again.

Margaret got the answer she wanted, she thanked, and then, holding the camellia in one hand and the skirt in the other, she walked up the escalator slowly and firmly.

She walked so naturally, so firmly, as if what she was about to enter was not the second floor of a small hotel, but some kind of sanctuary.

The princess didn't suddenly get angry until Margaret was about to disappear. She wanted to go over and ask what Margaret meant. She wanted to ridicule her and let the courtesan understand the difference between the status of the noble and the lowly. Where.But all of this was stopped before she could take action.

Baron Vanville walked up to his fiancée's elder sister and said calmly, "I don't think your mother would like to hear about your actions today."

It was this sentence that made Rosa Odeye flinch.

She knew that her mother doted on them on weekdays, but at the same time, she was extremely strict.

Improperness and loss of dignity seemed to her no less than loss of an arm.Rosa O'Deye didn't want to touch this bad luck, so she bit her lip, and finally left reluctantly, and the little Earl Carax also hurriedly chased after her.

Baron Fanville withdrew his gaze, turned around, and said to Armand, "I will compensate for all losses."

His words made the blond young man flush with anger.

"Compensation?" He raised his voice, as if a group of yaks had suddenly rioted in his heart, as if they were colliding.

"Your actions have humiliated a person's dignity. Can money pay for all this?"

Armand was angry for Marguerite, he had always sympathized with some people, and later he loved and respected Marguerite like a friend, but today he suddenly realized an inequality, and this inequality Equality has been pressing on Margaret, so that she can't even fight back instinctively.

"She is the eldest daughter of the Duke of Odeje." Baron Fanville said in a calm voice.

A word, a name, and an identity can obliterate the shame caused by a slap in the face. Armand couldn't accept it. He wanted to say something more, but Gaston stopped him.

"You are angry and questioning everything now, but you are only adding trouble to her." The baron said, "She has tried her best to suppress her emotions. If you take the initiative to start a war again, you will only destroy her."

After the man finished speaking the last word, his thin lips were pursed. Baron Vanville frowned for a while and was silent for a while. He reflected on his meddling. people in shock.

"He's right." The black-haired young man whispered, his hand rested on his friend's shoulder, the latter's muscles twitched slightly, and after he finished speaking, he collapsed weakly.

Julie wiped her tears with a handkerchief, Nanin bit her lip and sobbed softly, and Eric raised his head suddenly, trying to run upstairs, but was stopped by Gaston.

"Leave her alone!"

The boy paused for a moment, he didn't look back, and only said one word.

"Do not."