[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret held the document in both hands, and Nanin and Eric approached.

Margaret looked up and smiled at the young man in front of her: "How should I thank you, Gaston Garrel."

Gaston blinked and leaned closer to Margaret.

"And now Gaston Garrel?"

"How about it, Gaston?" Margaret said with a smile, and the corners of the young man's lips curled up.

"very good."

In the evening, Margaret was still drawing design drafts by candlelight, Eric knocked on the door, and he stood quietly beside Margaret with a cup of hot milk in his hand.

Marguerite put down her pen, looked up at him, then took the milk, drank it slowly, and swirled the glass when she was done.

"Gone."

"Can I apply to delay going to bed for an hour today, little knight."

Eric blushed a little, and said dryly: "Of course." After he finished speaking, he focused his eyes on the beautifully designed invitation letter, the invitation letter from the palace, what an honor.

"You're going, aren't you?" he asked quietly.

Margaret looked at each other and replied, "I will."

"Eric," she asked.

"kindness?"

Margaret pursed her lips. She stretched out her hand and pointed to the redness and swelling on her face that hadn't subsided.

"If I don't go, then anyone can leave their fingerprints on this face, brutally, without dignity."

The boy looked at her straight, then raised his hand and lightly touched Margaret's cheek through the air: "Ma'am, then go."

Margaret smiled slightly at the support she received.

"You and Naning, I have to let you also have the opportunity to go to school. Maybe we can't change too much injustice at once, but we can always work hard, and only by working hard can we have a chance."

"Yes." Eric nodded.

A week later, a topic was once again raised in the sky of Paris-Marguerite Gautier will participate in the selection of the designer of the queen's wedding dress.

"But why Marguerite Gautier? A prostitute," someone said, in a haughty, reserved voice that belonged entirely to that class.

Margaret closed the window, and she let out a deep breath.

"Only success, no failure," she thought.

In spite of all the talk, in spite of the disapproval of the haughty men, Marguerite Gautier entered that hall three days later.

The palace is so extravagant, as if it was built with gold and precious stones, with huge fountains, tall colonnades and various elaborate paintings, the dense bushes are trimmed in order, and large areas of rose-red flowers are in full bloom. From time to time, there are one or two platinum peacocks strolling leisurely, or stretching their tails, their necks raised high, and their eyes staring straight at them, as if they are some intruders.

"Fool," someone muttered, right in Margaret's ear.

In addition to her, there are three other men in this assessment.As the only woman, Margaret did not receive any preferential treatment at all, because in their eyes, her identity was not a woman, but a bold and reckless attempt to provoke the dignity of men.

Regardless of gender, she is a heretic at the moment.

Basically no one spoke along the way, except for the voice of the fat man just now.After he finished speaking, he snorted again, wrinkled his nose, a little red.

Those platinum peacocks strutted towards the fat man. The latter's eyes widened and he subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing this, the platinum peacock stopped proudly, and walked towards the other side with graceful steps.

"Damn beast." The fat man said angrily.

A man around smiled slightly, and another thin man who looked like a loofah had no expression on his face.

They followed behind the guides, and gradually there was no sound, because the side hall had already arrived.

Although Margaret and the others were tailors who could design the wedding dress for the future queen, they were nothing more than tailors in the final analysis. How could they step on the place where the nobles used to stand? That would be a shame.

Margaret and the others were arranged to wait temporarily. It was impossible for His Majesty the Emperor to come to see them. Only the female officials in the palace who were in charge of managing women's rules would come.

The maid served exquisite refreshments, the men were somewhat reserved, and the fat man swallowed while looking at the refreshments.

Margaret raised her hand to pick up the Earl Gray tea, took a sip, and then ate some tea. The three men saw it, and finally took the black tea and tea and began to enjoy it.

The aroma of black tea wafted in the air, the fat man pursed his mouth, and the thin man frowned slightly.

Margaret paused for a moment. She raised her eyes and looked over. The three men were driven by his movements and temporarily stopped their movements.

Three women came from the gate, the one in the lead had a serious face, and her facial features were not very beautiful, but she was very upright. She was wearing a long dress that was a bit too conservative, with a sandy gold background, a brown shawl, and hair. There are not too many decorations, followed by two young maids, both wearing the same light-colored skirts.

"Hello, everyone." The older female officer said, there was nothing to be picky about in etiquette, except for the expression.

"Hi." Margaret said.

The older lady officer introduced herself, very briefly.

"Please call me Albert."

"Dear Mrs. Albert..." the skinny little man said hypocritically, Albert didn't even frown, just said it lightly.

"My dear Monsieur Sauvage, please call me Albert."

This gentleman named Sauvage looked a little embarrassed, and the fat man next to him couldn't help laughing. Mr. Sauvage secretly glanced at him, and his expression was not friendly.

"Now, everyone, please come with me, and I will take you to the place where you will rest for half a month." Albert said, and Margaret didn't speak any more this time, and they all followed behind.

The place where the three men live is only one wall away from Margaret, instead of clearly distinguishing men and women as Julie chanted before.

Albert sent Marguerite to the last room, and just as Marguerite was about to go in, the older woman said, "Madame Marguerite Gautier."

Margaret paused and looked at each other, while Albert still kept his hands folded, pointing out slightly in front of his abdomen, with a dignified and dignified demeanor.

"The palace is heavily guarded. After seven o'clock, I suggest you not to leave your bedroom at will."

"thanks for reminding."

Albert left with the two maids, and Marguerite opened the door and went in.

The bedroom is very big, it is said to be a bedroom, but in fact it has everything, except a place to sleep, a bathroom, a study and a small living room.The four-poster carved bed, the fragrant curtains are gently tied with golden silk, revealing the neat bedding and numerous pillows inside.

Margaret did not sit on the sofa, but chose a soft chair by the window to lie down.

The window was open, and the scenery facing the place was very beautiful. You could see a large area of ​​well-manicured lawns and a seemingly endless lake. Platinum peacocks were strolling along the side, as if the king was inspecting his own territory.

Margarita rested her hands on the edge of the bed, admiring everything here to the fullest.

This is the world of superiors, and she will slowly step into it.

Dinner was to be enjoyed together, but to be honest, neither Marguerite nor the three men thought it was a good idea, but they had no right to protest.

The food was beautiful, and after a few glasses of wine, the men started to talk, but two hours later, they tried to ignore Margaret, as if she was just one of these delicacies It is just the kind of lettuce that is placed next to the meat and then ignored.

Margaret didn't mind, she finished her meal as usual, but she didn't rush to leave, but still sat in her seat.

The men were talking nonsense, except for the thin loofah gentleman who kept frowning, and then, after waiting for 10 minutes, he left.

Margaret sipped the water, she sat demurely, looking like she was patiently waiting for the two men.

"Why don't you leave after eating?" the fat man asked, staring at a drunken red face.

"I'm waiting for you to finish your meal." Margaret said briefly.

The lean little man snorted: "We don't want to talk to you."

"I didn't mean to talk to you," said Margaret, in a particularly calm voice.

The little man snorted coldly: "Then you go away, no one here will talk to people like you."

Margaret was unmoved, and the little man wanted to say something, but the fat man stopped him and gave him another glass of wine, which meant to ignore the woman in front of him.

They continued to drink, and it took almost another hour to finish. The two of them were so drunk that they couldn't tell the direction, and stumbled all the way to the room.

The restaurant finally fell silent.

Marguerite stood up, she stroked the folds of her skirt, and just as she was about to leave, the maid Albert appeared.

"I want to know, when did you see it?"

Margaret looked at each other and replied, "No, I didn't see it."

"Then why do you know how to win our favor?" Albert's tone was flat. When she said the word curious, she also looked a little serious and expressionless, but you would not laugh at her, because in Before that, you always asked her.

"I think it's a coincidence, I just wanted to be the last one chosen," Margaret said.

The older female officer withdrew her gaze, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, and didn't seem to care too much.

Margaret returned to her bedroom, she closed the door, and for another minute, she did not move, her eyes lowered.

There always seems to be a depressing atmosphere in the palace at night.

She straightened up again, and then walked towards the bed.

Margaret relaxed herself. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open.

Those patterns seemed to be spinning, and Margaret closed her eyes tiredly, but not long after, a slight voice woke her up.

The dark-haired woman sat up abruptly, and she listened with bated breath.

The voice was a little weak, but it really existed, and it was so close.

"Bang—bang—" Margaret could almost hear her heart beating so strongly.

She swallowed with some difficulty, and then her eyes fell on the floor.

The woman's slender white fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly. Then, she took a slow breath, then her feet landed on the ground, and she bent down.

Margaret squatted halfway, lifted the sheet, and looked under the bed.