[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

There was a child lying under the bed, who looked only four or five years old, and fell asleep on his stomach.

Looking at the clothes, and being able to roam around in the palace at will, Margaret thought that the child might belong to some prince, but, it was so late, how could she hide under her bed.

Margaret stretched out her hand and patted the boy, and the boy kicked his hand quite dissatisfied.

Margaret withdrew her hand, thought for a while, and then reached in again, scratching the soles of the opponent's feet.

There was a burst of laughter, and then the chubby child writhed all over, and finally woke up reluctantly.

"Don't get up," said Margaret.

The boy's feet were wriggling, a little confused, but he still didn't move.

"Come out slowly." Margaret said, the little bean seemed to have just discovered where she was.He twisted his body, then lay himself in a horizontal position, and rolled out in a circle.

Although almost every corner of the palace was clean, but after this action, the boy's fine clothes became wrinkled, as if he had been scratched by a dog.

Margaret squatted halfway, and the boy was still lying on the floor, lying on his back, looking at her, and asked in a tender voice, "Who are you?" Although the voice was immature, it was quite imposing, and it was a habit. Child in commanding tone.

"I'm here to participate in the design of the queen's wedding dress. I'm a tailor." Margaret said, she already had a more detailed guess about the boy in front of her, so her words would not be perfunctory like coaxing a child other side.

"Oh, I've heard of you." He said in a haughty tone, but without much malice.

"I think it's a bit cold on the ground, maybe it's better for you to get up first, Your Highness."

"Why do you know?" the boy asked, still lying on the floor, tilting his head.

"Of course it's because you are His Highness."

"You can't please me like this." The boy waved his hand, "At least prepare a large piece of chocolate, that's the most basic. Don't you know that when you please someone, you must at least know what he likes?"

"Oh, maybe next time." Margaret stretched out her hand and hugged the boy. Strangely enough, the boy didn't resist and let her hug him obediently. However, when Margaret wanted to let go At that time, the latter hugged her hard.

"I don't want to come down now." The implication is that you have to hold me now, which is an order from a prince.

"It's time for you to go to bed now, Your Highness." Margaret reminded the daring little prince.

"So what?" The little prince wrinkled his nose and pulled Marguerite's hair.

"You're driving me away."

Margaret couldn't help but push the kid's hand away and said, "Under the bed is not a place where a prince should stay."

"I think so too." The little prince blinked, then pouted, and pointed to the bed with his finger.

"So, your bed is requisitioned by me now." He said the word requisition with some difficulty, and he was very happy when he finished, as if he was an adult after saying such a word.

"I don't think it's a good idea," said Margaret. She wanted to throw the hot little potato out now to avoid getting into trouble, but it seemed that the little potato had been replaced by the one she just mentioned. The idea of ​​requisition made me very excited.

"Ah, I thought that was a genius idea just now." He looked at Margaret and said, as if looking for approval.

"Believe me, if Albert finds out, no one will have a good life." Margaret carried Albert out, and sure enough, the little prince was taken aback, and he pouted awkwardly.

"I know, you don't play with me, you are afraid that something will happen to me and you will be hurt." After he finished speaking, he became angry, patted Margaret's arm and said loudly: "Put me down!"

Margaret put down the naughty little eel, who glared at her.

"You really put me down!" He raised his voice again, looking so unreasonable, even though Margaret thought she was a more patient person, she was exhausted now.

"What do you want me to do? Your Highness." She asked the little prince.

The little prince snorted, turned his head and walked outside.

Margaret called to stop the other party, the little guy didn't stop at all, turned his head and walked outside, but he also seemed to understand that if he slipped out so late, he would be disciplined if he was found out.

Margaret was behind, watching the child disappear like a small eel before closing the door.

She didn't dare to sleep for a while. Although Margaret thought it was unlikely that the little prince Cade came to her bedroom on purpose, it didn't mean that others didn't have the same thoughts, and no matter what the purpose of surveillance was.

Margaret subconsciously looked at the cameras hidden in some places, but suddenly discovered that she was not living in the 21st century.

Stuck in her mind, Margaret didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the morning. Naturally, she didn't look good the next day.

In modern times, makeup can always save a lot of people, but not now.

"Only whores wear lipstick and rouge."

Margaret knew this ridiculous truth, but she couldn't openly resist.

It is true that whores carry the latest fashion, and it is also true that whores, no matter how rich they are, are not recognized.

In the end, Margaret could only pick up a silk handkerchief and wipe the skin on her lips and cheeks vigorously, hoping that her complexion would look better and her condition would remain at its best.

Today they will start to design the wedding dress right away, but they still haven't disclosed who will be the final person in charge.

Margaret wore a new dress.

The combination of pale pink and cool purple, no sleeves, the fusion of layers of fabric and gauze, the left shoulder is covered with white and cool purple roses, which conceals the unsightly defect of the left upper arm.

The skirt was very large, but since the last time, Margaret had been determined not to tie herself up, but to completely abandon those waists.

Her long black hair is also simply handled today, but it is matched with a hat that must be more expensive, which is a set with the jacket.The hat also took care of the fine strands of hair.

When they arrived in the living room where they were discussing, Margaret found that although the other two men were well-dressed, only the little man had seriously dressed up, but in Margaret's eyes, he was always a bit ordinary and unremarkable. The way to attract the attention of others in the first place.

They started chatting just like the day they came.As a result, Margaery and that thin man always seemed a bit out of place.

It wasn't until they waited for two hours that Albert, the court lady, came over, and there were still two maids behind her.

"The first round is over. Now, everyone is free to use your time. Tomorrow is the second written test."

Albert's words made the two men very unhappy. He strongly demanded to know what the topic was this time, because he didn't receive the actual thing at all, and he had to go back and forth every time.

"No one has informed us what the first round is." The small man said shrewdly.

"When someone leaves, or it's all over, everyone will find out.

"It's the same as not saying it." After the doctor left, he started to complain at the same time.

Margaret rolled her eyes, she probably knew what the test was in the first round.

She glanced down at her clothes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After they finished their lunch, Margaret returned to her bedroom. Although it might be more comfortable to go out for a walk, Margaret thought it would be better for her to stay in the bedroom.

Taking advantage of the time now, she took out the letter paper and began to report to Julie and the others that they were safe.

The letter was not long.

On the one hand, Margaret basically had no one to write letters to before. On the other hand, she was also worried that talking too much would expose her current situation. After all, she hoped that those who supported her and loved her would be healthy and happy. Instead of continuing to work hard for her.

The quill in Margaret's hand had just finished the last full stop when she remembered the knock on the door.

Before Margaret approached, a childish and arrogant voice came from outside the door.

"Open the door!"

Margaret opened the door. The little prince, who was not tall and had a chubby face, was looking at him with dissatisfaction as he tried his best to pretend to be an adult.

"You should hurry up and open the door for me." The little prince frowned, "No one can make me wait that long."

Margaret laughed a little, she lowered her head and asked, "Then, I apologize?"

The little prince rolled his eyes at her not very gracefully.

"What's the use of apologizing? Can it be replaced by food or drink?" The little prince shook his head and said, "I don't like accepting apologies. You should come up with something more practical."

This cunning brat.Margaret thought to herself, and then asked, "What do you want?"

"I'm not asking you for a gift, of course you have to think about it." The little prince Cade stared at the other party, is he short of some gifts?of course not.

Margaret felt a little regretful, or rather, because the other party was young, she seemed to be brought there by the little prince. Why did she have to carefully prepare gifts for the little ghost in front of her?

Little Prince Cade saw that Margaret hadn't moved, he waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, I don't want the gift, but you have to play with me now.

"where to have fun?"

"Follow me and you will know." The little prince Cade couldn't help but hold Margaret's hand. Although he was small and a little chubby, he was so strong that he almost pinched Margaret. It hurts a little.

A child is like a child of the wind. He always twists and turns when running, making people afraid that he will fall down in a second. However, little Prince Cade did not fall down. He just bumped into someone suddenly at the corner , and even Margaret fell to the ground in embarrassment.