The traditional hereditary aristocracy has declined, but the aristocracy and the upper class still exist. In the second half of the 20th century, with the two great wars and many changes in the current situation,
Decades ago in Europe, society was developing vigorously in the capital, the rule of the monarchy has long passed, and the social classes of the old era no longer exist.
noble.
Those who live in the castle and spend a luxurious and high-class life in the service of many servants, those who can really be called this substantively,
It seems that it has slowly become history in people's minds.
But this does not mean that they have died out, even if the traditional hereditary nobles have declined,
But nobility, no, perhaps it should be said that those who can be called nobles still exist.
The night is noisy and flashy. Paris is not what it is now. There is still a little romance from the golden age. A convertible sports car that would be auctioned at a sky-high price now passes through the old streets in the suburbs of the city.
The bright and intoxicating lights of the city illuminated the handsome profile faces of the two young men in the car, making it easy to tell that they were upper-class people.
"Is it the ball again, Mars, you really don't get bored?"
Sitting in the co-pilot's seat of this sports car, I don't worry about the high-speed arm resting on the door to lightly support my face. Even the casual behavior at this moment is full of grace,
Looking at his best friend who was congenial to him, the young man who had changed into a black tuxedo sighed softly.
"Haha, trust me! Chloe, this dance is definitely different from the previous ones."
Even though he said two absolutes in a row, the young man who was referred to as Ke Luo would no longer believe his nonsense for this flamboyant guy who always relied on the skill of wandering around the flowers to bring different women back.
Although it's by the way... But it's definitely a boring unfolding of being entangled by various women...
A very conspicuous sports car crosses the street and arrives at a manor in the suburbs of Paris.
Stopping by the fountain in front of the gate of tonight's dance venue, throwing the key to the butler beside him, Mars straightened his bow tie, looked at his friend beside him and sighed helplessly,
He is handsome and handsome at a glance, with impeccable demeanor. He used to be born in an ancient British aristocrat. He has outstanding ability to handle everything at his fingertips. What is even more rare is the temperament and aura that always feels beyond ordinary people.
But maybe it is because of these excellent conditions, Mars always feels that this friend of his can't find the meaning of life...
So as a close friend, at least I want to help him achieve happiness.
"Don't worry, Ke Luo, I definitely didn't lie to you this time. Tonight we are here on a formal occasion that can't be compared to the previous 'party'."
Handing the invitation letter to the waiter, Mars confidently assured him while leading him into the ballroom.
"Well... I'm actually not interested in this kind of occasion...."
Already feeling the gazes of several young ladies entering the arena together, Ke Luo almost gave up explaining to him whether this is not a formal issue.
"I know, I know, conformism, advocating tradition and liberalism coexist. Compared with the free and unrestrained love concept, you are the traditional and conservative group of British people, right?"
It can be called a typical example of French men's romance. He has long seen through the type of partner that he is suitable for mutual respect and mutual understanding. Mars smiled lightly and refused the help of the waiter.
"Trust my eyes."
Do you believe Playboy's vision...
Thinking of this, he chuckled softly, followed him and walked forward, and then, amidst the splendor of the ball hall door opening, without any preparation or expectation,
He saw love at first sight that made him unforgettable all his life.
She stood in the light of the ball,
The slender and straight snow-white back and crimson dress are surrounded as the center, and the flawless and elegant delicate face makes all the lights lose their color,
Faced with the flattery and flattery of everyone around her, her calm and beautiful eyes did not fluctuate at all, only self-reliance and dignity were engraved in her blood, so noble that people dare not step forward.
"Herschel Linhua, this is the name of her current identity background, you can see it, it is different from those women who are only obsessed with jewelry, she is a real nobleman in this era, it is said that she still has a past The blood of the French royal family,"
At the high-class dance party where guests gathered, Mars looked at the center of the hall surrounded by people, making him a figure like a playboy who didn't even have the courage to go up and talk to him and said with emotion:
"To be honest, I always thought there was no girl in Europe that you couldn't catch up with, but this time even I'm not sure,"
"But I like you!"
Watching him pat himself on the shoulder, encouraging himself to wink before continuing to make those beautiful ladies happy, Ke Luo laughed softly,
Then he was not in a hurry to go forward immediately, but just picked up a glass of champagne and glanced at it occasionally, feeling the tranquility and elegance exuded by the other party's beautiful figure,
And a certain quality like myself.
He waited until the dance music started, the hall was dimly lit, and all the women who were courting him dispersed, and then he slowly walked towards the figure. Seeing his actions, other hesitant men in the ball sighed secretly. retreat.
Noticing that he was walking towards her, Herschel looked at him calmly,
"Nice dance, isn't it?"
There is no flattery, no fawning, and no hidden glances from other men to make him feel disgusted. The young British gentleman in the tuxedo has impeccable etiquette and a gentle smile.
"But it doesn't look like you're coming to the ball."
He didn't pay much attention to it, and looked away, Herschel's voice was clear and quiet.
It stands to reason that it should definitely not be the first conversation that will happen in a social field. It seems that they have confirmed another layer of identity of the other party. Both of them are watching the dance venue with quiet expressions.
"Originally, but I saw the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life, so I was willing to do everything for her before I found the meaning of life, so I was thinking about how to invite her to dance."
With a movement of his eyes, when he heard such chuckling words, he subconsciously thought that it was the same rhetoric to himself as those people just now, and Herschel heard him lower his voice:
"She's on your left."
left...
Hearing that it was not him, he turned his gaze subconsciously, but his voice reminded him softly, as if he didn't want the other party to notice,
"Don't be so fast, she probably doesn't like everyone staring at her, and she doesn't like being disturbed by irrelevant people."
Ornately decorated ball hall, slightly dim lights, melodious waltz, people in evening dresses and suits.
"Slow down... turn around slowly, don't let her find out..."
At the moment when she turned her eyes at a slightly slower speed, Herschel saw a mirror that the waiter had just moved passed by her left to make room for the dance floor.
In the mirror is a noble and elegant figure in a crimson evening dress.
Knowing that it turned out to be such a 'trick', the young and beautiful face, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, Herschel turned his eyes to look at him,
"Before we entered the scene as an adversary,"
Euphemistic but not false, light smile but not frivolous, his actions and words and deeds have respect and seriousness as a long-term love,
In the ball waltz of the old days, the young British gentleman in the tuxedo is meticulous, and invites the woman in the crimson dress with a smile:
"Miss Herschel, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"