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The Granther block in the mid-city area of ​​Inadoli is an upper-class block where middle-class families live together.

The two-storey townhouse building does not have dozens of rooms like the mansions in the top wealthy areas, but there are still a dozen rooms. For example, the 16-year-old maid Claire can have a bedroom under the stairs. , A maid's room converted from a utility room.

At dawn, the little maid woke up, quickly changed into the maid uniform, ran to the sink in the yard to wash, refreshed herself, went to the kitchen to get a basket, and then ran to knock on the south of the living room. Side, the innermost room of the corridor, whispered softly: "Ms. Will, I'm ready."

After a while, Ms. Will, the housekeeper with neatly coiled hair, came out of the room wearing a long blue dress that fell to her calves and carrying a delicate handbag.

Ms. Will looked critically at Claire, her eyes lingering on her messy braids for a while, she was a little displeased, but she didn't say anything, just said: "Let's go."

"Yes." Claire carried the basket and followed Ms. Will out the door.

The owner of this house will get up two hours later, have breakfast, and start a day's life; the maid Claire and the housekeeper, Ms. Will, need to iron the owner's shirt and formal clothes before 08:30, and prepare the family's breakfast.

After seeing off the hostess, Ms. Will will iron the long skirts and dresses for the hostess to go out for the party, and prepare the matching jewelry. Claire has to clean the tableware and clean up everywhere; if the hostess wants to hold a tea party at home, they Have to prepare fruit snacks in advance.

It was only six o'clock in the morning, and the market on Mary Street adjacent to Granter Street was already bustling. Claire followed Ms. Will to the market on foot, and a familiar vegetable vendor greeted them warmly: " Good morning, Mrs. Will, let's take a look at today's celery, it was delivered from the countryside in the middle of the night, it is very fresh!"

When Claire heard the greeting, she knew that there would be an extra celery salad for breakfast... Ms. Will liked being called Mrs. Madam very much. If the dishes were fresh, she would definitely pay for them.

Sure enough, Ms. Will bought two big handfuls of celery from this sweet-mouthed vegetable vendor, and picked a few tomatoes and a roll of cabbage.

People in the nearby blocks are used to purchasing at the Mary Street Market. The well-dressed maids and housekeepers in Granter Street who don’t care about one or two copper coins are the favorite customers of the vendors on this street, of course. , They are also more picky than housewives in ordinary neighborhoods, and products with poor appearance cannot enter their eyes.

After walking half a street, Claire was carrying more than half of the basket.

"Why aren't there any fresh apples today?" Ms. Will was dissatisfied after visiting several fruit stalls in a row. She took out her pocket watch and checked the time. Just as she was about to go to the next store, a boy in a red cloak bumped against Ms. Will's elbow.

Ms. Will was about to lose her temper when the little boy looked up in amazement, and the ruddy and fair face under the cloak, which was from a good family, was full of shame: "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I'm hurrying to Telling my sister the good news, without looking ahead."

Ms. Will's anger was half gone when she saw this boy who was more delicate than the master's young master, but when she saw his boyish suit, which seemed to be expensive at first sight, her anger was completely gone, and she said with a smile: " You are too careless, no matter how anxious you are, you have to watch the road."

In this world, attire is the best business card—a red half-length cloak with a hood with a good texture, a checkered coat, a vest, a small shirt, a formal suit, and well-polished leather shoes. This boy appeared in decent people Ms. Will's temper will naturally improve a bit.

The little boy was probably very grateful for Ms. Will's generosity, so he quickly took out a pocket of his suit, and with the sound of silver coins colliding, he took out a business card with exquisite patterns and handed it over, sincerely: "Please let me pass this Good news for you, ma'am, there is a very wonderful shop at 063 Plant Avenue, suitable for an elegant lady like you, they have very magical technology, and they can make you spend the most perfect afternoon."

If this business card was handed over by a door-to-door salesman, Ms. Will would refuse impatiently-the housekeeper in Granter Street would decline such boring sales methods for the hostess several times a week.

But the other party was a young master who met by chance, who seemed to be from a good family, and seemed to be rushing to tell his sister the "good news", so Ms. Will's resistance was reduced to a very low level, and she smiled. Take the business card...

"Goodbye, ma'am, I will take my sister there, maybe we will meet again." The little boy waved his hands happily and ran away.

Ms. Will put the business card in her handbag, said with emotion, "What a polite boy", turned her head and continued to purchase, and quickly forgot about it.

A middle-class family with only four members wants to maintain a daily life that is close to the decent life of the nobility. The housekeeper and maid are destined to be very busy—especially when ironing long skirts for the hostess, and those exquisite and cumbersome hand-woven laces are not to mention too much. Trouble, Ms. Will spent almost half the morning on this.

It was almost noon when the carriage was brought in and the hostess, who was dressed in all kinds of flowers, was sent out.

Next, it was the lunch that was going to be delivered to the male master at work and the two little masters at school.

Mrs. Will had just prepared three lunches and invited a young man who ran errands to deliver the meals, when she saw the hostess who had just left the house for less than an hour leading the cautious Claire back in a carriage.

"It's really boring. If I knew they would invite that annoying guy, I wouldn't have agreed to go." The hostess got out of the carriage angrily, holding up her skirt, and waved to the maid Claire to settle the fare. Ms. Will said, "Change this dress for me, Will, and accompany me to find a restaurant on Plant Avenue. I don't want to dine at home alone in such a fine weather."

Ms. Will responded quickly, and reached out to hold the arm extended by the hostess.

Families with an annual income of more than fifty gold coins are qualified to learn to imitate the lives of those noble ladies... As published in the newspapers, when it rains, you can enjoy the elegant and sad time alone, and when the weather is fine, you can participate in parties and go out to play [-]. Going to high-end restaurants to eat is the most popular "living habit" of these well-off middle-class hostesses.

Plant Avenue is a bustling avenue located on the central axis of the city of Innatrix. There are no workers wearing overalls on this street, nor are there civilian women whose skirts cover their knees like maids.

Whenever the weather is fine, the whole street is full of "respectable people" with butlers, maids or maids. The men are mostly dressed in tailored suits and bowler hats. They wear long skirts that cover their ankles, and they carry expensive deer leather bags, and let the housekeeper or servants help them set up parasols.

Ms. Will doesn't like to come to this street. Every time she sees her skirt that can only hang down to her calves in the reflection of the window, she will feel ashamed, especially compared with the long skirt worn by the hostess next to her... ...However, this is not something she can decide.

Today's weather is fine and sunny, and there are especially many people traveling on Plant Avenue. Ms. Will, who is wearing a parasol and a handbag on her wrist, accompanied the hostess for a short walk. The lady of the class block.

These ladies like this kind of "encounter" very much. Whether they are familiar with each other or not, they will stop and chat for a while, bragging to each other about which lady organized a party, or know some famous and decent people—and their recognition Zhili, just say a word or two to these decent people, no matter whether the other party remembers who they are, they are considered to be acquainted anyway.

Ms. Weir had heard this dry, contentless chatter too many times.

Just as she was looking around boredly... Ms. Will suddenly saw a lady coming out of a nearby shop.

The lady was not particularly well dressed, compared to those extremely rich and complicated dresses she had arranged for the hostess, but she still caught the eye of Ms. Will-she was so beautiful!

Ms. Will has hosted many tea parties, parties, and met many ladies and ladies for the hostess, but all these people can't compare with this lady-her delicate face is nothing like that in the ladies' magazines. Poor print of those beautiful women!

Not only Ms. Will, but also men and women passing by, all of them stopped in amazement and sighed again and again when they saw this woman who seemed to have stepped out of the advertisement picture.

The ladies who were chatting and chatting noticed that the passers-by were strange, and they also looked at the woman who stood proudly and confidently by the side of the road after walking out of the shop, pretending to be waiting for someone, but actually showing off her beauty.

"Since when did Inadoli have such a beautiful lady?" A lady asked in surprise and envy, "Which family...wife is that?"

That extremely beautiful and dazzling woman with her hair coiled up has a mature temperament, not quite like a young lady.

The beautiful woman turned her face when she heard the voice, her eyes moved slightly, and she showed a confident smile that seemed to be intimate but showed off more: "Good day, ladies, the weather is really nice today."

Hearing her voice, the ladies who were gossiping by the side of the road, as well as Ms. Will, all widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

"You, you are... Anita?" Ms. Will's hostess said in horror as if she had seen a ghost.

Mrs. Anita raised her chin as proudly as she could.

The shop door behind her was pushed open again, and out came a young girl holding a parasol, hugging a picture frame, and wearing a maid's uniform... She was Mrs. Anita's personal maid, whom all wives of the same level knew.

This group of ladies immediately exploded. They all forgot the so-called elegance and decency they maintained before, and each of them raised their skirts in surprise to surround them.

"Oh my God, that's Anita!"

"My God Anita, why have you changed so much? We don't recognize you anymore!"

Ms. Will quickly followed the hostess, and she poked her head in surprise at the back of the crowd, and kept looking at Mrs. Anita who had changed greatly.

Mrs. Anita is also a resident of the Granter block. Of course, Ms. Will clearly remembers what this lady looks like-she saw her yesterday!

Mrs. Anita proudly enjoyed the flattery of the ladies, and beckoned to the personal maid to bring her photo frame, opened the carton packaging, and showed off the "photograph" she just took, which was as beautiful as an angel.

"I took a whole set, and there are still some larger photos that have not been developed, which can be hung in the living room." Mrs. Anita said.

The ladies were very curious: "Taking pictures? Is it taking pictures? Can taking pictures make you like this?"

Mrs. Anita touched her cheek, and said proudly: "No, this is just a modification to capture a more real and natural version of me."

Then she started gushing about how beautiful her giant unfinished photos are...  

Suddenly, Ms. Will thought of something, and looked up in amazement at the door sign of the store behind Mrs. Anita.

Under the signboard of "Perfect Dream Photo Studio", the number plate hanging on the side of the gate reads No. 063 Plant Avenue.

Ms. Will hurriedly held the handle of the umbrella under her arm, and found the business card she received in the morning in her handbag...

Same address as on the business card.