[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Marguerite waited in the drawing room with the three gentlemen, none of them knowing which dress the Queen had chosen.

In order to relieve the tension, the small man started bragging about something with the fat man. The fat man didn't seem very interested, but he had nothing to do now, so he just listened to his bragging.

Marguerite and the slender man sat quietly, waiting until Albert appeared from the front door.

All four looked at the female officer.

Albert's steps were still calm, and her body was straight, as if nothing would make her change this.

"Who did Her Royal Highness choose?" the little man asked anxiously.

Albert looked at him, then looked away and looked at everyone.

"Madame Marguerite Gautier, Her Majesty the Queen has allowed you to design a wedding dress for her." The female officer's voice was unhurried, in stark contrast to the man's doubt.

"Mr. Maillard, questioning the royal family is not a good result for you." Albert's words made that Mr. Godard temporarily shut up, but this could not stop him from looking at Margaret with hatred special.

Margaret felt that there had never been a moment when her mood went from tense to relaxed, and she did it, she thought, and she was doing herself credit.

From this day on, Marguerite Gautier's name was called out again in Paris, and people called her the most amazing woman.

Margaret will design the wedding dress for Queen Isabel next. As for the dress of His Majesty the Emperor, it will be designed by the royal tailor Lord Godard. At least on this point, the royal family still has reservations and is unwilling to let men The dress is touched by a courtesan.

Margaret is not allowed to go out now, and she can only stay in the palace until the emperor and empress get married.

Little Prince Cade didn't come over all the time recently, he seemed to be restrained.

Marguerite didn't care about this life close to house arrest. What she cared about was that on the wedding day, the whole country could see and realize that the Queen's dress was designed by Marguerite Gautier Yes, for which she was not even allowed to go for a walk in the garden.

On this day, Margaret was drawing design drafts in the room, but the maid came to tell her that someone wanted to see her.

"Who is it?" Marguerite asked the little maid, who replied, "It's Gaston Garrel."

Marguerite was a little surprised that Gaston was able to enter this place, but soon she realized that it might be Prince Beaumont.

There must be some connection between Gaston and the prince.

Margaret never bothered to inquire. On the other hand, under Albert's control, the maids didn't even spread much gossip, let alone Margaret's ears.

Under the guidance of the maid, Margaret met Gaston in the reception room.

He didn't seem to have changed, too, they hadn't seen each other for a few days, but the anxiety and anxiety of waiting made Margaret feel like half a lifetime had passed every time she experienced it.

"I saw Her Highness's new dress, needless to say, I know who designed it." The young man didn't get up, but looked up at her with a happy smile.

Margaret was used to being rigid in this place, and suddenly seeing Gaston's relaxed smiling face again, she always felt a little nostalgic.She walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Gaston.

"How do you feel?" Margaret asked.

The young man pouted: "Is there anything more perfect than it? I'm really worried about what you will have to hand over when you get married."

Margaret smiled: "I can always think of better things."

The young man raised the corners of his lips: "Of course, you are."

They were quiet for a while, but this silence was not an embarrassment to strangers, but that they both knew what the other might be thinking, so even if they didn't speak for a while, there was no burden.

"Julie, are they okay?"

"If she didn't nag me five times a day, I would think she's okay." Gaston made an ugly expression, "And your little girl, she always thinks that as long as she makes more pastries , and stuff it into my stomach, and I can conjure up more news about you for her. God knows, you at least write them letters, which I don't have the honor of."

"I seem to have been charged." Margaret said with a wink.

"Oh, don't worry, ma'am, believe me, I've accused you quite a bit during this time." Gaston said exaggeratedly.

"Where's Eric?"

"Well, he's quite calm." Gaston paused for a moment, showing a smirk, "Or he simply doesn't like me, so he would rather go to Nanin to hear second-hand news than ask me."

Margaret didn't want to interfere with Eric's thoughts, he was a smart kid, he knew how to do it himself, and she didn't need to mention it, but the things she promised always needed to be fulfilled, so she looked at the brunette young people.

"I think I should send those two children to school now," whispered Margaret.

Gaston restrained his joke, raised his eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

Margarita licked her dry lips, Gaston saw her and poured her a cup of tea.Margaret took it, thanked her, took a sip to moisten her throat, and said, "Nanin, I hope she can learn more knowledge, I want to respect her wish, as long as she is happy, and Eric," Margaret continued after a pause, "Eric, I hope he can enter the military academy."

"Academy?" Gaston repeated.

"Yes, military academy." Margaret affirmed.

"Children from poor families cannot go to noble schools. It is difficult for him to become a diplomat, but military schools can. He is a smart boy. You and I should know that he has outstanding abilities. Staying by my side will only kill his talents. .”

"But you have to understand, Margaret," Gaston said, or rather a warning.

"If you make this decision, there is no way to regret it."

"I know," said Margaret.

"Whether it's him or you, you can't regret it. If you drop out of the military school halfway, you will go to jail, even if Eric is still a child." The black-haired young man warned.

"He won't be a coward."

"I know he's brave, but life in the military is tough. I have to admit, a big part of the reason I didn't go was because I knew I couldn't take it, even though it had a pretty good future."

"If he says he can, he will," said Margaret calmly.

Gaston knew that it was useless to say anything, so he simply put his heart down, leaned back on the sofa chair, and looked at Margaret with his hands in a tower shape.

"I don't quite get it sometimes."

"Don't understand what?"

"Why did you adopt that child? It doesn't do you any good, and it's a rather powerful burden. Now, you're giving up that hard-won benefit and pushing him away."

"If I knew everything, how could I be what I am now?" Margaret said with a smile. There was some truth in the words of the church, and Gaston didn't comment on it. Finally, he said.

"If you insist, I can help."

Margaret refilled a cup of hot black tea and handed it to Gaston.

"Thank you."

A few days later, in the quiet house of Margaret's Red House, there were suddenly louder voices than usual.

"Tomorrow?" Eric frowned.

Gaston shrugged his shoulders: "If I founded the military academy, I will definitely give you privileges."

Eric didn't quarrel with Gaston this time. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and then asked, "Mr. Garrel, have you talked to Mrs. Margaret?"

"Yes, I notified her, just before coming."

"Did she say anything?" the boy asked.

Gaston restrained his excessive smile and said calmly, "Be yourself."

be yourself.

Eric chewed the words, and then, in the bright candlelight, the boy nodded.

Early the next morning, Eric took his luggage and was ready to go out, but Julie and Naning also woke up, and they still had some things in their hands, saying that they wanted Eric to take them on the road to eat.When it was over, Naning stuffed a lot of food into Eric's somewhat spare suitcase.

Nanin was also going to enroll, but she hoped to wait until Lady Margaret came back, and women's schools are usually not so demanding, so Gaston promised that he would do it.

Uncle Ramadon wanted to send Eric to the school directly, but Gaston said that he would send it. In fact, the real situation is that if Uncle Ramadon sent him, they would not even be able to enter the gate of the military academy. Don't let the former feel sad, Gaston took the initiative to ask.

Gaston looked at Eric's food, sighed, and told him it was too much.

Eric knew it, but Naning and Julie couldn't just lose their hearts like this, so in the end, the two of them, together with the coachman, were working hard to eat, and the rest was taken away by Gaston, who Make sure not to throw it away.

Gaston sent Eric to the gate of the school, but he was not allowed to go in. Gaston was handed over to a tall uniformed officer who looked very strong. His eyebrows were extremely thick, like a It's like spilling ink from a spilled bottle directly on it.

"Call me Captain Luca." The man said this, looking very stingy with his words.

When Eric saw the gate of this military academy, he decided to temporarily abandon his previous way of speaking. His small face was serious, and his voice tried to get rid of the limpness of a child, but to appear a little imposing, but Captain Luca in front of him didn't seem to be Impressed.

He took Eric to the playground, yes, the playground, instead of taking him to the dormitory as usual.

Captain Luca stood astride, his face looked serious and somewhat fierce, and then he issued his second order.

"Open your suitcase and dump it on the ground."

Eric's eyes widened, and he suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Open your suitcase and drop it on the ground, don't make me say it a second time, this is the rule!"

Eric pursed his lips, and then quickly opened his suitcase. After seeing the food that Naning stuffed in, he hesitated for a while, and it was this hesitant action that made him get the first time in his life. A most severe humiliation.