The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"My dear Miss Ivy, the Palace of Fontainebleau sent you a ball invitation."

Julian looked through the mailbox at the door of the house, and cried out in surprise when she found it, lifted her skirt and ran upstairs, and stuffed a letter exuding the scent of blood oranges into Ivy's hand.

"It's a pity that I have never been to that palace. When you come back, tell me about the scene inside in detail. I love to hear that."

Ivy nodded and saw "To Miss Wellesley" written in italicized English on the envelope. She peeled off the wax seal and took out the letter paper inside.

When I opened it, I found that there was no word on it, but there were two drops of ink falling in the center, as if to show that it was not forgotten, maybe it was intentional.

Julian glanced at it, and 1 question marks flashed across her mind.But she saw Ivy bent her lips and showed a smile that puzzled her.

"Is there any meaning in it?"

"It's nothing..." Ivy stuffed the letter back, "Maybe I just forgot."

"That should be." Julian nodded in agreement, "After all, the first ruling day is full of opportunities, and it is reasonable to omit one."

On the eve of the prom, choosing clothes became another problem.

Ivy turned out all the skirts brought in the box and compared them to her body one by one. Julianne was gnawing a piece of cranberry pine cone beside her, shaking her head frantically.

"You brought plain clothes. Since you are going to Fontainebleau, you have to wear clothes suitable for the court."

Ivy sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that so many beautiful big skirts are at home in London, and these are the only ones right now."

"No..." Julian didn't even want to eat the pine cone, she hurriedly threw it aside, and beckoned to her, "Come with me."

Ivy was curiously led to the bedroom by her, and came to a large wardrobe that took up the entire wall. Watching this energetic old woman open the door, a closet full of large skirts suddenly came into view.

"It's here." The proud Julian smiled at Ivy, "Half my life's savings."

She couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. The scene in front of her was undoubtedly a paradise for girls. There were all kinds of styles, including luxurious and fresh, palace dresses, rococo dresses and pastoral dresses.

"What color do you like?"

"Green, mysterious, vibrant, and elegant green." Ivy murmured in a daze.

Julian nodded, buried her body in the huge wardrobe and rummaged through it, and finally crawled out after a while, holding a slender emerald green organdy dress in her hand.

This is a three-layer skirt, the inner skirt is double layered with a comfortable cotton linen material as the base.The tulle on the outer layer creates a light and elegant feeling, and the most important thing is the Greek classical style.

The comfortable one-shoulder design is decorated with a rose-shaped knot. The style is simple. The high waist design is enough to reveal the wearer's slender figure, and the loose upper body can better set off the superior waistline.

"I heard that the First Consul appreciates the romantic style of classicism the most. Maybe you can win his appreciation by wearing this retro dress." Julian said.

Ivy was worried that she wouldn't be able to control this style, but judging from Julian's reaction after wearing it, she was overwhelmed.

The latter stood motionless in the corner, with a startling light in his eyes: "I used to think that there were no real beauties in Great Britain. It turned out that I was short-sighted. I dare say that even Josephine, who is famous for her beauty, would not dare to talk to you." stand together."

"I don't dare to compare with the wife of the first ruler." She smiled lightly, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror to look at herself.

She seems to be born for green, especially the mysterious yet elegant emerald green that makes her skin as white as snow and as white as an iceberg buried under the sea.

Her body proportions are already excellent, and she looks taller and more charming. The exposed right shoulder is as smooth as jade, and the other side is decorated with a rose petal bow, and her waist is loosely rolled up with a ribbon of the same color.

Julian loosened her long chestnut hair, braided it into a long and thin braid, and fell on her forehead, with crystal-clear crystal tassels hanging down.

Put on her the ancestral beaded crown exclusive to the Mornington family on the top of her hair. It is embellished by ten colorless diamonds with bright flame light. snow mountain pool with natural light.

This piece of jewelry is a treasure handed down by Grandma Ivy. It is usually hidden in Anna's beloved jewelry dowry. If Ivy hadn't teased her before leaving, she reluctantly took it out and gave it to her daughter. Threatening that if there is a stumbling scar, it will be published in the newspaper immediately to announce the severance of mother-daughter relationship.

It didn't feel so eye-catching when it was lying in the box, but when it appeared on Ivy's head after being wiped, it immediately showed its original brilliance.It was as if the family patron saint possessed by the diadem had suddenly been awakened.

Ivy in the mirror seems to be the priestess of the twelve gods on Mount Olympus in Greece. She conveys the oracle with pure eyes, but charms the crawling beings in the name of a prophet.

"Hi, may I have your name, Miss?"

The attendant in red, wearing an exaggerated white wig, bowed respectfully and greeted Ivy from the carriage.

Ivy took off her cloak, took out the invitation she had received and handed it to him: "I am Wellesley from England."

"Yes, Miss Wellesley, please come with me."

The Frenchman was obviously tall, but he bent down desperately to keep him at the same height as Ivy, looking like a bear with his head buried in his arms.

She endured a smile and followed him into this magnificent palace, passing through a splendid and elegant corridor, and found Ivy's fascination. He introduced: "This is the Francois I corridor."

The walls here are carved with golden fine wood and poplar wood. On the wall is a row of exquisite murals in the Renaissance style, inlaid on the reliefs of imitation marble figures, mostly in the shape of sacred babies and wreaths, and also decorated with walnut wood. The ceilings complement each other to create a magnificent and beautiful scene.

After walking through this dazzling promenade, I walked through an unknown number of rooms before arriving at the destination.

"Hello, this is the place for tonight."

The ballroom was also built in the period of François. It is a huge Italian colonnade, which is open to the outside. The whole shape is domed. The walls are also decorated with dozens of murals and oil paintings, continuing the style of the entire Fontainebleau Palace's consistent combination of art and magnificence.

The entire wall and ceiling of the hall are decorated with yellow, red, and green gold leaves, and the crystal chandeliers hang above the head and the floor is covered with canvases. Every guest who comes in costumes steps on it, as if they have fallen into heaven.

"Look, who is this?"

When they found this new face they had never seen before, everyone couldn't help staring at her, covered their faces with fans, and whispered, "Which family is this girl from?"

"Nor have I ever seen this pretty lady in any drawing-room. But I dare say she is the prettiest girl in Fontainebleau tonight."

Fierce gazes cast from all directions in the hall, admiration, surprise and admiration accompanied by endless gaze, Ivy suddenly realized that this is her world.

Bach's solemn and elegant classical music lingers in the ears, like a hunter catching demons in the shadows, using the surface rigorous roundabout notes to grab the eagerness and desire that are about to move.

Then she heard a sudden silence all around, and all the noise was instantly quiet.

"The first ruler has arrived."

The attendants on both sides shouted, and Ivy was still holding a goblet full of wine in her hand. Hearing this, she turned her head and looked at the blue-eyed men who were surrounded.

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