[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"System," she asked, "what's the situation?"

【Yo, you think of me," the system said sourly, 【I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago. 】

"Isn't this too novel?" She knew she was wrong, "System, please, tell me what's going on!"

[That's what you saw, ] the system replied out of boredom, [You want a big celebrity dance party for the upper class. 】

"But I'm wearing this??" Lydia looked at her out-of-fit dress, "Don't. This is too embarrassing."

But the system ignored her.

She had no choice but to hang her face and exchanged this information with the sisters next to her.

While they were chatting, Anne finally checked the current list.

She calmly shook the fan in her hand, and nodded slightly to the butler beside her.

The respectful and polite butler in a black and white tuxedo pressed his left hand to his right chest, and nodded at the same time, indicating that he understood.

As the butler opened the door, what caught the eyes of the five sisters was a bustling but orderly crowd.

They stood dumbfounded outside the door, wearing funny and ridiculous skirts and shirts, ignorant of the world inside.

"Come in, five distinguished ladies," the housekeeper gestured as if he hadn't seen anything, with a very natural expression, "Please."

The grand music rises and falls with the hands of the conductor, and the people inside are well dressed and speak elegantly.

In the magnificent hall, the crimson velvet curtains hung low, the exquisite and gorgeous crystal palace lanterns shone brightly, and the music and conversation flowed to their ears, everything was so just right.

The five were a little timid, but Annie didn't stay to explain, but walked in like a duck to water, and melted into the harmonious banquet.

People passing by gave them unexpected glances, and went in on their own.

Lydia gritted her teeth, and simply stepped into the gorgeous door frame decorated with exquisite patterns.

As she entered, what flooded her was a burst of noise and noise, which seemed to be her dream life, celebrity, society, banquet.

She felt like she was facing strange eyes from everyone.

Contempt, contempt, or curious look?

Country girl?

She doesn't care.

Lydia took a deep breath and stepped in firmly.

She stepped on small steps, trying to straighten her waist, recalling Anne's every move when she walked just now.

Posture, demeanor.

The noise suddenly died down.

People saw, in a trance and blurred atmosphere, accompanied by soft and dim light, a girl in a beautiful dress came in.

Her overall demeanor is not neat, even a little rustic and uninhibited, but she is indeed confident.

The blended temperament is so graceful, and her straight spine is as moving as her eyes that seem to be full of roses.

"Hi, lady," said a man sitting next to him, "may I invite you to dance with me?"

At this moment, Lydia finally felt the weight of the skirt on her body.

She stepped forward with small steps, curtsied beautifully, and extended a hand to the gentleman.

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Annie coughed, turned around gently, and did not forget to tease the system while talking to another man.

"System," she covered the smile on the corner of her mouth, "the host you chose this time is not bad."

The girls in this family are also very interesting. The eldest and the second child walked over quickly, and the second child even made a mockery on purpose and went back.

The third and fourth children also basically pretended not to hear, and just passed by.

Only this Lydia...

Not only did she not think that she was an elegant lady, but she did the opposite and threw the shoes over.

[Of course, the system has always had a good vision. 】

The system picked up the electronic potato chips on the side.

【After your husband fell asleep in the ground, you are still alive and kicking and having a banquet here, you are quite ambitious. 】

"It's not like you don't know, him?" Annie sneered, flirtatiously provoking a handsome young man's face, "I'd rather find ten or eight young boys here."

The young man stared at her obsessively, his maroon eyes were fascinated, and he wrapped his arms around Anne's waist.

[But you still have a daughter, don't you? 】

The system couldn't stand it anymore, and interrupted her flirting with the young guy.

"Well, no wonder you've made such a circle," sighed Anne. "Yes, my poor Elizabeth . . . If I had known, I might rather adopt even one boy than have my own."

The lesson was too painful, and she had to escape from that stupid and intriguing marriage, but she still missed her child who was only a little over two years old when she died.

[Don't you want to...? 】

System hints.

"Ask about Elizabeth?" Anne smiled. "Although the Boleyn family has been ruined by that old bastard, she is of royal blood."

"I guess," she leaned forward and fell into the arms of another older gentleman, "probably the Queen?"

【how do you know! 】

The system was so shocked that it even spilled the virtual melon seeds it just bought, and it was so distressed that it quickly squatted down to pick it up.

"Looks like I guessed it right." Anne put her arms around the gentleman's shoulders and danced slowly with him. "Elizabeth I? What a good name."

【You have finished everything,” the system said in frustration, 【How can you!How can this be! 】

"Okay, cutie," Annie smiled, "I will consider what you think."

She turned around with her partner's body, and then answered smoothly, "For example, think about whether to give them that kind of thing."

The prom here is so much fun! !

After jumping to the end of the song, Lydia, whose feet were sore, finally got a little chance to breathe.

She couldn't wait to reject another gentleman's invitation, took a glass of champagne from the plate in the waiter's hand, and walked back with it.

Kitty was still dancing with another gentleman with long fair hair, and her enthusiasm for the ball was as much as Lydia, if not more. '

Her two older sisters were chatting with other people in the back, and Jane was teased by a strange lady to show a soft smile, and the people around her seemed to look straight.

Mary sat on the edge, held on to the handle, and watched her new friend play the piano.

The slender hands of the celebrity lady were jumping on the black and white keys, and as the fingertips fell, music flowed from them.

Mary was intoxicated by it and praised it again and again.

Lydia sat at the edge of the banquet and gently smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt, still feeling incredible.

Although the place is magnificent and beautifully dressed, it is actually their country tunes that are being danced! !

Was Hertfordshire dancing so popular in high society? ? ?

【That's because the system changed the built-in dance,】 the system said coolly, 【Just kidding, you guys still have to learn a lot of dances in the future. 】

"Let's talk about it later," she breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to lean back in the chair for a rest.

Before she really leaned back in the chair, other people's strange eyes drifted over.

No way, Lydia had to straighten her back, try not to touch the back of the chair, and avoid other people's weird eyes.

Don't think she didn't see a waiter nearby with a knife! ! !

【That's not here to stab you.Although, you still have a lot to learn,] the system dug up the information, [When many nobles were very young, the nanny would stick a knife in their chairs to cultivate their natural and graceful posture . 】

"Then why make the back of the chair?" Lydia asked in disbelief, "Why don't you just make a dressing stool?"

[Nonsense, of course it is for the convenience of the servants,] the system rolled its eyes virtually, [Do you really think this is for you? 】

"Of course," Lydia curled her lips, "Country people, I'm sorry to shout."

She took a small cake and tasted it.

hiss--

She frowned inadvertently.

So sweet, so greasy.

"Eat this," Elizabeth quietly pushed a piece of cake of another color to Lydia while the lady she was talking to fanned her.

Lydia took a sip of the wine, waited until the smell of sweetness subsided, and then picked up the small cake that Elizabeth pushed over.

The taste of this piece is much more comfortable.

Lydia glanced at Elizabeth gratefully, and silently ate the little cake.

【Does the clothes look good? 】The system started to look for words, 【I picked it for you, isn't it cute? 】

"Very good," Lydia took a photo of the smooth and shiny tiles, "You also helped us choose jewelry? Can I take these away?"

[Of course not,] the system said, [The first loan to you is free, and you will need money to attend the big dance later. 】

"I have no money," said Lydia, very bachelor. "That money is not enough to buy a new dress."

[After seeing so many ball decorations and other people's costumes,] the system reluctantly took a sip of the newly bought virtual soda, 【You don't have the idea of ​​designing your own store? ? ? 】

It took great pains to arrange this high-end dance party for them! ! !

Not only do they have to dance their country dances, but they also have to be beautiful and spectacular, and they have to design slightly more cutting-edge costumes for their reference.

Moreover, the logic bug of "people you don't know can't dance together" has to be fixed, just to let this useless host feel what it means to talk like an upper-class person.

The system wakes up in the middle of the night to write data and gets bald. Is this the host's reaction?That's it?

The system can't wait to turn the question marks all over his head into entities and throw them at Lydia's face.

"Ah, what else?" Lydia turned around, fanned the fan in her hand slightly, and hung the delicate fan handle back on her sleeve.

"Look at Lizzie," Lydia gestured, "didn't you notice that she was memorizing?"

The system looked over.

Before, she was so focused on paying attention to her own host, but she forgot about the other four sisters beside her.

At first glance, hey, it seems to be true.

While chatting with the elegant lady, Elizabeth casually chatted.

At this time, the topic of their chat has changed from etiquette and posture to such trivial and intimate places as what books to read.

"As for the popular styles," Lydia smiled, "Jane and Mary are remembering. Jane is talking to that lady about the latest fashion trends, and what interesting anecdotes have happened, lace and ruffles Which is more skin, and which is more perfect, the covered button or the faux pearl button."

Jane is not only beautiful, she has always been welcomed by wives, not only because of her good character.

Mary is chatting with her new friends about piano music, and discussing which tune is more suitable for this atmosphere.

She can basically sketch the outline and details of the dress in her mind at a glance, and cooperate with Jane to quickly draw a lot of similar finished drafts.

Otherwise, how could the girls in their family claim to be the most beautiful five golden flowers in the whole town?

Kitty came back from dancing, fanned herself, and chatted with her about what gentlemen really are.

"It's hard to imagine," Lydia said with a smile, "Kitty can judge from the way his partner hugs his waist, his eyes, and his tone of conversation, whether he just wants to dance, or whether he means something different to us. .”

[No, wait,] The system keenly grasped the key points from the keywords, [What about you, host? 】

Let her sister do everything together?

"Didn't I tell you?" Lydia pushed back confidently, "Me? I'm fine as long as I'm pretty."

[…] The system comforts itself, no, she still has some strength.

After training in Africa, she will have endless strength.

After a while, it seemed that the dance was about to end.

Elizabeth knelt down to the lady who had been chatting with her, "Thank you for chatting with me for so long."

"It is my pleasure," the lady replied calmly.

They said goodbye to each other, and the guests at the banquet also left slowly in their own carriages.

After the servants finished cleaning the banquet hall in an orderly manner, Annie slowly walked out from upstairs, arranging some scattered clothes while walking.

"How do you feel?" She smiled slightly, "Not bad, right?"

"It's very interesting." Jane and her four younger sisters bowed to Anne, "Thank you very much for your invitation."

"You're welcome," she took the five sisters upstairs, pointing to the banquet hall below, "this is the place you will come to often in the future, after teaching basic dance, hospitality etiquette, and various manners training, We will bring our students here for actual combat.”

"Are we going to practice these when we go back?" Lydia asked, stretching her waist, feeling a little sore.

"Of course," Annie replied, and she opened a door. "I took a look, so let's start with the Makazu dance. How about a little homework for you?"

What caught the eye was the dance practice room with a rather classical temperament, the dim lights were dancing, and even the mirror had a gloomy and mysterious effect.

Annie took two steps, then turned around suddenly.

Standing against the light, she looked a little creepy.

"Come on," she said, "this effect is good for urging you to learn to dance faster."