The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The Marchioness of Dunllis is very influential in the upper class and has always been known for her classical elegance. All the ladies and nobles are proud to be invited by her.Because it symbolizes the opportunity to gain a foothold in the social circle.

Therefore, the news that she was about to hold a ball spread throughout West London within a few days. After word of mouth among the nobles, how many people were eager to try, intending to show off and win the most enthusiastic attention.

Anna talked about it with gusto over breakfast.

She swallowed a whole piece of ham and chewed fresh cheese in her mouth, and started her day with a mocking tone: "I found out last time that the son of Lord Kranz's family is disabled, and he was so clever and cute when he was a child." , and now he has become a [-]-pound super fat man, according to me, according to his family's upstart eating method, even a dog can be eaten into a cow."

Ivy was immediately surprised by the metaphor of mother, and heard Rachel sigh regretfully: "Really? I also thought he would grow into a handsome man, but it seems that he is still not restrained."

"He should learn this from his sister. Although the lovely Miss Rowling is a bit mediocre in appearance, at least her figure is an outlier in his family."

"I heard that Miss Rowling has a slender waist of fifteen inches, which more than makes up for her lack of appearance."

"Oh..." Anna couldn't help but move her eyes to the daughter at the dining table, showing a regretful expression, "My dear Ivy, it would be great if you could be as thin as her."

Ivy couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth.

Rowling's appearance appeared in her mind in horror—it was as thin as a flat piece of paper, even the reed was thicker than that girl, and she didn't dare to go out at ordinary times.Because any breeze could blow her away.

"Mom, I don't think so." Ivy twisted the fork in embarrassment, "I often see doctors running to her house, and we don't seem to be able to pay the money."

When money was mentioned, Anna immediately fell silent.

"That's what you say, but a girl with a thin waist is more attractive than anything else. Think of that Thurman of the Tory family. My God, I dare to say that Lord Tory must have put his daughter on the queen's throne." She was trained by the school, and hired eight tutors for her. Not only is the young lady talented and beautiful, but she is also first-class in figure. Unfortunately, if your father hadn't passed away too early, I would use this financial resources to train you. not a problem."

Ivy was suddenly surprised. She had rarely seen this proud mother praise others before, but she praised Miss Thurman today, which was not in line with her style at all.

But this name seems to be a bit of an impression. It seems to come from Sophia, the maid of Alice's family. She thought about it carefully, and it should be the lady who was rejected by the arrogant Kevin Clarence.

Unexpectedly, his attitude is that he treats everyone equally, and he can remain indifferent in the face of such an excellent girl. It seems that his brain may really lack an emotional system.

She nibbled a piece of bread and asked her mother casually, "Will Miss Thurman go to the ball too?"

A layer of melancholy appeared on Anna's brows, and she said distressedly: "She will definitely not let go of this opportunity, I forgot that she will be your big rival, her family background is better than ours, and your limelight has a lot to offer." It is very likely that she will be overwhelmed."

"Mom, we haven't met yet, so you think so arbitrarily that I will lose?"

Rachel has always stood on the same line with the hostess, fingers connected to the heart, and can't help worrying with Anna.

She rubbed her hands impatiently, and circled the dining table back and forth: "Madam is not unreasonable to be worried, that's not acceptable, we must put the most effort into dressing up our young lady."

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Facing a closet full of skirts, Ivy gave up the too cumbersome rococo tutu skirt, and did not listen to Rachel's advice to choose the elegant and serious court dress.

"My dear lady, don't be self-willed." Rachel was so anxious that her forehead was covered with sweat, she anxiously helped frantically search for suitable clothes, "You can only show your beauty by wearing the most gorgeous dress." Better."

Ivy, however, has ideas of her own.

Among so many colorful and fashionable styles, she chose a dark green creole dress.

"Miss actually likes this color?" Rachel looked at it repeatedly in surprise, it definitely didn't meet her aesthetics.But seeing the little master insisted, he could only replace it for her.

The hem of this skirt is made of thirty layers of yarn stacked to create a pannier effect. It is pure green in one color and is made of authentic taffeta.

It took a bit of work to put on, and Ivy slipped herself in with Rachel's help, tying a light green flannel belt and finishing with a silk shawl of the same color.

The ruffled tube top collar wraps the fragrant shoulders. The taffeta fabric makes this large skirt both watery and smooth, and has layers of matte. The dark green color is even more mysterious and noble. Bringing elegance and godliness from the distant Middle Ages.

Every time she took a step, the hem of the skirt diverged like a vortex in the Milky Way, showing a proper full arc, as if the morning sun generously sprinkled through the gaps in the forest, giving her her own brilliance and splendor.

She felt like Scarlett O'Hara in her stunning green dress.

Rachel stared at the little master intently, and suddenly felt a pain in her face.

Not only was the dress unquestionably the best for her, but it brought out her beauty to the fullest.

"Your vision is really unique." Rachel couldn't help sighing, "You still know yourself best."

"Those dresses are not suitable for me, but I want to challenge a more unique style."

"Then you have successfully challenged."

"Thank you for your compliment, can you bring me the necklace borrowed by Mrs. Suzanne?"

"I just said why I always feel that something is missing. It turns out that I forgot the gem."

Rachel slapped her head and hurriedly dragged her body to bring the gold box with the emerald necklace in it.

"Hey, my God!" Rachel opened the box, her eyes lit up and her nose was red, "That old lady Suzanne is so rich, I've lived for almost 60 years, and I've never seen it What lady has such a priceless treasure, I dare say that even Queen Charlotte would be greedy."

She also carefully held the necklace in the palm of her hand, and put it on Ivy's neck with trembling hands. The craftsmanship of this jewelry was delicate and complicated, and she was afraid that she would accidentally damage it.

I checked it back and forth no less than ten times to make sure it was absolutely fastened before letting go of the hanging heart.

She walked up to Ivy, looked at it from top to bottom, and came up with a "wonderful" evaluation.

The big dark green dress with emerald gemstones couldn't be more dazzling.

The author has something to say:

The heroine is more good at playing, she will be the king of the sea for her own benefit, she will always stay awake, she will not fall into blind love, she will stay away from all men who are useful to her, and she will focus more on her career.

But I'm afraid that my dear friends don't like such a heroine who is a bit of a sea king. It's so tangled.

Note: West London is a traditional wealthy area in London, located on the north bank of the River Thames, and most of East London is a poor neighborhood, which still accounts for the bulk of London's crime rate.