miss holmes vase

Mycroft was wearing a tuxedo. The well-tailored dress and the ironed white shirt without a single wrinkle made him look like a gentleman.

Athena, who was holding Mycroft on her arm, was wearing a noble lace dress. The ruby ​​around her neck was shining brightly, but it was far less dazzling than her master's face.Although the exquisite gown looked good, the process of putting it on was surprisingly cumbersome, and Athena still felt uncomfortable even now when she was so tight.

It seems that if I have time, I still have to design and cut a few sets of dresses for the banquet by myself, just in case.

"I said that the little girl from Greece is too young to forget, she can't do anything... Let alone a maid, she is too far behind to be an ordinary servant!"

Mycroft turned around with a smile on his face, and very gentlemanly helped Athena take off the soft fur cloak on her body, and handed it to the waiter beside her.The words in his mouth were still very blunt, and it was impossible to refute them.

Athena had no choice but to persuade patiently: "She is such a young child, should she be sent back to Greece and then sold to a brothel by her father?"

"I didn't say that, it's fine to give her a sum of money or find her a job, but she's far from being able to take care of you." Mycroft walked forward slowly with a cane in his hand, his expression still He smiled politely at the guests who came and went: "As for the job of a maid, I will ask Vettel to find one for you."

Having said that, Mycroft changed the subject without any explanation, and only brought Athena to greet the dukes and ministers' wives.

"Duke Balmoral, long time no see!" Mycroft slightly lowered his head and said with a smile, "I heard that Mr. Ling is getting married soon!"

The man Mycroft called the Duke of Balmoral was a short, bald man with a red sash on his chest, and he spoke with a friendly smile.

"Mike! San Simeon is indeed getting married recently, how about you? You, a golden bachelor, always have a lot of girls to like. This beautiful lady is..."

The Duke of Balmoral set his eyes on Athena, and at a glance, he knew that he had misunderstood Athena as Mycroft's lover.After all, Mycroft, who never liked to go out, not only attended the reception hosted by the American ambassador, but also brought a woman with him, which was a very rare thing.

Mycroft smiled calmly: "This is my little sister, Athena. I just returned from studying painting in Paris. Isn't this the next thing I want to paint for Prince Albert?"

The Duke of Balmoral's expression changed when he heard this, and he looked at Mycroft slightly and whispered, "Mike, this is not a good idea. It's better for a decent lady to stay away from Prince Albert. What's more, your sister looks good, so you have to avoid Prince Albert, don't look at him as the eldest son of the crown prince, the future king. But..."

The Duke of Balmoral paused slightly and sighed helplessly, then Fang turned his head to look at Athena and shook his head.His mysterious face was completely betrayed by his emotions, and he almost wrote two words "Run!" on his forehead.

It can be seen that Prince Albert in their mouth is not a good person, so why did Mycroft arrange this errand for her?

With a cold face, Mycroft only replied in a low voice: "This is exactly the order of His Royal Highness, I must find someone I can trust to complete the two portraits!"

"Two? Could it be..." The Duke of Balmoral looked around and said mysteriously, "Prince Albert is going to get married just like my San Simeon..."

Mycroft nodded, and only raised his white-gloved index finger to his lips and interrupted in a low voice: "It's good that you know, but don't talk nonsense!"

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" The Duke of Balmoral laughed quickly, and was thinking of asking something else when suddenly a young man ran over and looked at Athena with a smirk.

"Lord Eustace?" Athena frowned and argued. Unexpectedly, the Duke of Balmoral embraced Eustace in surprise and asked, "What? My son Ralph, do you know Miss Holmes?"

"Son?" Athena looked at the one tall and one short in front of her. If the Duke of Balmoral hadn't said it himself, she really wouldn't have known that the two were father and son.

Mycroft nodded slightly and said with a smile: "That's right, Lord Eustace is the Duke's youngest son, don't you know? I thought you all introduced yourself to each other last time at Sherlock!"

Mycroft looked down at Athena with a smile that really made her shudder.This is a fact that she has never said. She has never mentioned this foolish lord in front of Mycroft, but Mycroft knows everything about that day like the back of his hand. Could it be that he is still spying on him?

Lord Eustace slightly lowered his head and kissed the back of Athena's hand, and said with an excited smile, "Thanks to the detective Sherlock, Mr. Melas came back safe and sound."

Although he thanked Sherlock, his eyes kept staring at Athena, motionless and only smirked. Seeing this, Mycroft bent his lips contemptuously, and said calmly: "Thanks to my lord, you found May in time." Lars was kidnapped! Oh~ By the way, I still have to take Athena to meet the internal affairs officer, so I will go first!"

As he spoke, he raised his cane and nodded to the father and son one by one. Athena looked at Lord Eustace who was still looking forward to behind Mycroft, so she could only smile and asked Mycroft, "Are you so anxious to pull me away?" Why are you leaving?"

Mycroft lowered his head slightly and said: "Don't play with idiots, let alone love! Genes will seriously affect the next generation, especially those whose parents' IQs are not too high. Goldfish head."

Speaking of this, Mycroft raised his forehead in frustration, and said: "I don't want to call my uncle's child a goldfish head. You are already the limit I can accept. Believe me, Eustace will only lower the standard line !"

"Heh~" Athena curled her lips and sneered, even if she scolded Eustace, why should she suffer joint insults?

During the conversation, the waltz music slowly resounded through the hall. Gentlemen and noble ladies walked into the dance floor in pairs and danced. A beauty like Athena should be the object of the gentlemen rushing to invite, but No one came to invite her or even... not even approached her.

Neither came to invite, but those single men stared straight at her like hungry wolves, Athena felt uncomfortable just looking at her.

"Want to dance?" Mycroft asked her with his head tilted, and Athena asked pretendingly angrily, "Why didn't anyone invite me? Am I worse than those ladies and ladies on the dance floor?"

Mycroft reached out and stroked her curly hair, only smiled slightly: "No! You are better than them all, but you are sitting next to me, the female partner I brought to the ball, and the female partner who covets Mr. Holmes is not What a good idea."

Ah!Pretend again | force!

Athena looked at him with a smirk, and suddenly got up and said, "Then no one will refuse if I invite them to dance!"

"You are a lady, how can you take the initiative to invite others?" Mycroft looked at his eccentric younger sister who always played cards out of common sense with a question mark on his face. Mycroft knew that she always liked to show off in such occasions, but he took the initiative to invite Men dancing is a practice that will affect their reputation.

Before Mycroft could catch her, Athena slipped onto the dance floor in her long dress.The sound of the violin ensemble was melodious and lingering. She was alone holding the hem of her skirt and swaying gently with the rhythm, breaking the inherent harmony in this two-person game of two and two, shuttled through it, looked and looked for the man she wanted .

The curly-haired girl with chocolate brown smiles like a ray of sunshine in the morning mist, she breaks all the mundane wrapping around people.The girl who used her smile to break through the fog of London shuttled on the dance floor, making some people amazed, some people were ashamed, some people coveted, some people respected...

But there is no doubt that she got her wish and became the focus of the whole show.

"You just can't wait to dance a waltz?" The man who suddenly stood in front of Athena smiled at her.

Lestrade stood upright with his hands behind his back. His hair, which was always messy, was combed like an aristocrat today, and the expensive dress made him look tall and straight.His face still had a childlike beauty, but his expression was as restrained as an iceberg.

The two stood upright in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by a group of unknown aristocratic lords and wives who were dancing.Athena didn't know why Lestrade appeared here, and she didn't know why Lestrade appeared in front of her.

She just smiled and held out her hand and said, "Do you want to invite me to a dance?"

Lestrade's hands were still behind his back, his rapid breathing was covered by the piano concerto, it was just a dance, but it was too late... Lestrade didn't stretch out his hand, but turned and walked out open.

He doesn't have the qualifications to dance this dance, it's not that he wears a tuxedo to mix in such high society, he is a complete high class person, he doesn't belong here.

"Greg!" Athena's shouts were completely forgotten by him. He didn't expect to meet Athena here, and it all happened so fast that he couldn't bear it.

Running away is obviously the best choice at the moment.

But...it's not that easy!Lord Waltz with a blue ribbon on his body finally blocked his way, he looked up at Lestrade contemptuously and said, "Father didn't bring you here to make you daydream, Gregory! You should know that the bastard blood flowing in your body is not worthy of any lady here, so don't make trouble for yourself!"

"Waltz..."

"It's Lord Waltz, pay attention to your wording Gregory! We are not that close." The arrogant young man trampled on Lestrade's dignity politely but cruelly.

"Waltz, you shouldn't talk to your brother like that!" While speaking, another black-haired man wearing a tuxedo with a blue sash came over, and he looked slightly older than Mycroft It is not difficult to know that he is also a lord, and he is a lord of the duke's heir just by looking at the ribbons, medals and attire.

He patted Lestrade affectionately and said, "Father is looking for you, go quickly!"

"Fred, I..."

Fred shook his head and didn't say much, just smiled and walked to the inner hall with Lestrade, Waltz looked at the two angrily and scolded shamelessly: "It's really degrading to be called brother and brother with a scoundrel! "