titanic heart painting

Rose hooked Carl's arm, and slowly stepped on the thick, almost sinking carpet, with a dignified smile on her face. The small waist is really a typical noble lady.

Karl originally thought, since Rose already knew the Heart of the Ocean, why not put it on for her, but this idea was violently suppressed by Rose. As for how violent, this belongs to the category of gossip and privacy. To elaborate, but for the sake of Karl getting to know his little fiancée again, you can imagine how violent it was.

So it's not easy for a single woman in modern times... It's even more difficult for a single beautiful painter in modern times... Uh, that's it, how can you do it without some self-defense skills.

Besides, Rose is still very excited about the heart of the ocean. After all, women love diamonds, but love belongs to love. We just have fun secretly. Why let everyone know that I have a baby here with great fanfare, hurry up Come, steal, grab, and think about it... Besides, Rose, as a well-known painter who hides all the year round and doesn't want to be exposed under the spotlight, really has no love for shining and eye-catching by nature!

With a beautiful body that is destined to shine, it is already difficult for her.

Carl greeted different rich people along the way. Rose didn’t recognize these people, and Carl didn’t necessarily want to seriously introduce them to Rose. After all, they were all business relationships, and they had to be killed when they should be killed. Well, when it's time to please, Carl won't let Rose please.

As for your saying that Rose has seen the movie, why doesn't she remember those people?Uh, she is a painter, not a genius, if you ask her to tell the origins of those famous paintings in the cabin, she can barely do it, but if you ask her to associate the names of a bunch of foreigners with their faces, it will be really difficult for her .

"Oh, my daughter, you are finally here." A gorgeously dressed lady came up to her. She was dressed in an elegant dress, looking very graceful and luxurious. , with a little arrogance and judgment, "You seem a little different, is it because you are also fascinated by the magnificence of the Titanic?"

"Well, probably." Rose nodded and smiled. In fact, she felt a little guilty. If she knew it, she would have forgotten the past. How could she remember Rose's attitude towards her mother in the movie? Whatever it is, now I have no choice but to bite the bullet with trepidation.

"Let me introduce some to you. This is Mrs. XX, and this is Mrs. XX." Mrs. Bucket introduced the two ladies next to her, then turned her head and said with a proud and ostentatious look, "This is Rose, my daughter. This is Carl, Carl Hawk, my daughter's fiancé."

"Hello, ladies." Rose nodded, not knowing whether this conforms to the etiquette here.

"Hi, ladies, please excuse me for a moment." Carl picked up two glasses of wine from the waiter's tray, handed one to Rose, and took the other by himself. He nodded politely to the ladies present, and then intimately He kissed the corner of Rose's lips softly, and before Rose could react, she walked towards several rich men she knew.

Rose was a little taken aback, but was immediately pulled over by Mrs. Bucket and brought into the social circle where several ladies stayed.

Rose really couldn't get in the topic of discussion among the ladies, so she had to obediently stand beside Mrs. Bucket as a wallflower. The ladies were talking, but for some reason it attracted Rose.

"Miss Rose is really lucky." A lady in an ivory white dress said with a smile, "Mr. Hawk is a famous steel magnate in the United States. I heard that the White Star Company originally wanted to use Mr. Hawk's steel to make Titanic." number."

"Really? Oh, it turns out that Karl is so powerful." Rose replied calmly with a smile, seeming to be very coping.

In fact, what she doesn't know the most is how to deal with other people's insinuations and sharp-edged words, but a friend who has a good personal relationship once taught her that no matter what the other party says when socializing, respond with a smile or use the words in the other party's words. Modify the words as an answer, and you can't make a big mistake.

"The Hawke family is one of the richest families in the United States. After Miss Rose arrives in the United States, she will definitely have a new understanding." Another noble lady seemed a little envious, but also slightly jealous, "But Miss Rose's I am not in good health, I have slept for so long since boarding the boat, and I am only waking up now."

"Actually, I'm just greedy for the soft quilt on the bed, and I sincerely recommend it." Rose showed a slightly naive but polite expression.

"That's right, the first-class quilts on the Titanic are all made of Chinese silk and Egyptian cotton...these are the best origins in the world..." Mrs. Bookett said.

The ladies were quickly attracted by the more attractive topic of Mrs. Buckett, talking about the decoration and luxurious workmanship of the Titanic.

"Huh..." Rose breathed a sigh of relief, and she watched Mrs. Bucket circling among the noble ladies in a haughty and showing off tone.

She didn't know what her predecessor thought when she saw this scene. She probably thought it was hypocritical and decadent. After all, what they were talking about might not be what they really liked, but what they had to like for the sake of decency. Other than the high income and wealth A good man, and a woman with a good family background and a good reputation, will at most make fun of the pornographic news among the nobles or some scandals about the nobles.

Rose didn't want to comment on the lives of these nobles. She just felt that when Mrs. Bucket spoke, she became very relaxed. She might be able to boldly guess that Mrs. Bucket was actually using it to divert the pressure Rose received. Show off to change the subject.

Although she may not be very happy to hear it, she does have the capital to show off. Isn't it worth showing off that her daughter is married well and will live happily ever after?

Of course, this is just Rose's opinion after seeing this scene. It is impossible to know someone through only one aspect.

Before the banquet officially started, Carl returned to Rose's side.

"Well, have I been rude?" Rose asked Carl in a low voice. She is free and casual by nature, and she is really not suitable for this kind of occasion.

"No, you did a good job." Carl followed Rose's example and answered in a low voice next to Rose's ear. He looked at Rose's small, round earlobes, and suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen.

"Well, to be honest, don't be angry." Rose said in a low voice, "Actually, I have almost forgotten the table manners you just told me. Can I wait until my stomach hurts and go back to the room? "

"Well, have you forgotten all about it? That's a problem." Carl frowned.

"That stomachache..."

"No." Carl refused, and he motioned Rose to look at a woman, "Did you see that lady, she is Mrs Brown, and her husband discovered a gold mine in the west.

"So? Can't I have a stomachache that is necessarily related to her and her husband's gold mine?" Rose wondered. She was completely ignorant of business matters, and she didn't have much experience in dealing with interpersonal relationships. She believed The predecessor should be the same as her, so Karl shouldn't place his hopes on her, right?

"She is a new nobleman, how should I put it... In short, it is difficult to please with the usual method of dealing with noble ladies." Carl frowned and said, "I think she might like you, after all, you are independent, smart, and independent... ..."

"Stop." Rose said with some dark lines, "I am very grateful that you have such a high opinion of me, but I am really not the material for interpersonal relationships, it is not that I don't want to help you, but... Anyway, you put If you entrust this matter to me, that... you must be fully prepared."

"Well, it doesn't matter." Carl said calmly, "Although her husband's gold mine is very attractive, it is too difficult. If the payment is not proportional to the return, it is of little value."

"Then, I'll try my best." Rose nodded her head and agreed, "You can't blame me for messing up. You asked me to come here, and you have to take full responsibility."

"Well, I will take charge."

"By the way, I forgot about table manners and you haven't said what to do? What should I do?" Rose asked distressed.

"Don't worry, just follow me in all the movements."

"Then I don't have to look at you every now and then. Others will think there's something wrong with my eyes."

"no, I can not."

"you sure?"

"determine."

"Anyway, it's your face that you mess up and lose. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Okay, they noticed us, let's go." Carl patted Rose's hand reassuringly, and nodded to everyone at the banquet with a polite smile.

Rose followed Carl to a seat.

There were Mrs. Brown, Mr. Brown, White Star Company Manager Bruce, Mrs. Bucket, Carl, and Rose. Listening to everyone's high-spirited talk, Rose felt that nothing had gone wrong.

At this time the waiter came to order.

"The two of us want lamb chops, medium rare, with a little mint sauce." Carl helped Rose and himself have a meal very domineeringly, then turned his head and said to Rose, "Lamb chops are okay."

"Yeah." Rose nodded noncommittally. Although medium-rare was almost the same as raw in her impression, she definitely couldn't eat it, but with her waist so tight, she couldn't eat much. Carl promised to return There are extra meals in the room, I hope he can keep his promise.

"I heard that Miss Rose likes Picasso." Mrs. Brown seemed to be very interested in Rose. Her face was full of interest, and she looked at Rose with a round face and a smile.

"Well, it's actually just appreciation." Rose nodded and replied, "Complex emotions are expressed in abstract piles. Although this modern style of painting is not accepted by many people now, there is a lot of room for appreciation in the future. .And apart from Picasso, I also like Da Vinci and Michelangelo in the Renaissance, Delacroix and Friedrich in Romanticism are also fascinating..."

"That's right... It turns out that Miss Rose has so many hobbies that I've never heard of."

"Hehe, is that so?" Rose showed her great way of smiling, thinking to herself, it's so risky, what she wants to talk about is painting, she doesn't know anything else, the only thing she knows the most about is this.

"Does Miss Rose know how to draw?"

"Yes, I, uh...know a little bit." Rose wanted to habitually say that she was a painter, but suddenly realized that she was not Rose the painter, but Rose on the Titanic.

"Then I look forward to seeing you sometime."

"Hehe, if you are interested, I can draw a portrait for you." Rose suddenly thought of a way to please Mrs. Brown. Isn't this ready-made? If Mrs. Brown likes it, she can draw a few more pictures and it should be finished Carl's job.

"Oh, Miss Rose is so enthusiastic, why don't you go later." Mrs. Brown also became interested. She knew that these aristocratic wives and young ladies actually looked down on her, but because of the money of their husband and wife, she had to pretend Very polite.She has a good impression of this noble lady who looks at her very clearly, and feels that she is neither rejected by her because of her "new noble" status, nor because of the gold mines owned by their husband and wife. She is just very simple. looking at himself.

"Okay." Rose agreed wholeheartedly, and when it came to painting, she also felt a little itch.

Afterwards, the topic changed from her... But seeing Mrs. Brown's happy expression, she should have completed the task of pleasing her.

Rose looked at Carl, who nodded at her.