Smile, nod, listen, talk occasionally, make gestures, and leave gracefully.
Elizabeth still maintained a perfect manner. The nobility and elegance in her bones revealed a coldness, but it was like a crystal clear vessel, flawless and thrilling. On her white and slender neck, a series of light blue diamonds were lined up. The necklace, the azure blue pendant extended heavily to the chest, and it burst out an inviolable dignity.
"We shouldn't be there." This is Elizabeth's fourteenth time repeating the same point, still with a perfect arc on her face, nodded towards Princess Beatrice not far away.
Today's Princess Beatrice dressed up to attend, showing a solemn treatment. Wearing a rose gold Versace dress, the combination of silk and lace outlines the youth of a girl and the charm of a woman, embellished with pearl ear studs and pearl necklaces, reflecting the cheeks that still have a little baby fat , revealing a touch of bright and moving.
Elizabeth's fingertips shrank slightly, and the glass handle of the champagne glass could clearly feel her strength.
damn it.
Deep in her heart, Elizabeth cursed again in a low voice, and the smile on the corner of her mouth could not help but stiffen a little. Everyone knew it was an open secret that Princess Beatrice came for Renly.
Standing beside Elizabeth, George showed a gentleman's demeanor. He wore a dark gray dark plaid suit to carve out the mature charm on his face little by little. The faintly whitened gray temples were full of unique vicissitudes of charm. Standing beside Elizabeth, it was like a couple made in heaven.
"Don't complain like a child. You can choose to leave." George lowered his voice and responded in a deep guttural voice. There was a hint of impatience between the words.
"Heaven Comes"
The reason doesn't need to be explained too much, he understands, and so does she.
Things have changed dramatically since Empire magazine revealed Renly's lineage. In the past six months, both George and Elizabeth have used the name of Renly to open up a situation in the aristocratic class. Both their careers have made rapid progress, and their lives are completely different now.
Many aristocratic children have appeared in Barclays Bank, and asked George to serve as a fund manager to manage their family trust fund. Now George has become a "star figure" in the fund manager industry, and has become a big and small person. The guests of the small party, the scenery is infinite. Most importantly, he succeeded in opening up the market for young people.
It's hard to imagine how crazy the young noble people are playing at the party, which really opened George's eyes.
Elizabeth has become the focus of art gallery gatherings, noble ladies and high-class ladies are eager to invite her to attend private tea parties, and she has even become the president of a book club and two appreciation clubs. In the aristocratic circle, a world has emerged, and the gallery business is also rising, surrounded by scorching eyes.
Even in aristocratic circles there were hierarchies, and now for the first time Elizabeth opened up a wider world.
It is a fact that the Hall family is a declining noble, from economic conditions to fame in the circle, everything is like this. George and Elizabeth's jobs are even more glamorous but they are struggling, and they have been struggling to maintain their current lives.
Now, they have successfully returned to the center of the circle. It sounds incredible, but it's the truth, not only did they not become the butt of a laughing stock, but they regained their coveted life.
But all of this stems from Renly's efforts and breakthroughs. It's a shame, even more so than a slap in the face. Because this proves their mistakes, and further proves their ugliness and embarrassment. This is a torture and a blow to anyone, especially parents who are elders.
Superficial scenery, actual suffering.
Every time they try to forget the fundamental source of all present beauty, they are reminded over and over again by others, and they have to smile and respond with grace and courtesy. Accept all the humiliation again and again.
Today, the Earl of Oxford hosts a private party. From a small private party, to a large social party, and even the biggest banquet since 2013, an invitation letter has become the authentication and affirmation of identity, and those who have not received the invitation letter will inevitably become The object of secret ridicule.
George and Elizabeth must be present.
Because in the past six months, their performance has always been elegant and decent; because of the halo and glory they enjoyed before, they are required to appear at this party; because this is a boring circle, and their every move may be interpreted and analyzed. ; because their evasion will only become synonymous with cowardice, and even make them unable to gain a foothold in the circle.
So, they attended.
Complaining, fearing, worrying, and backing off now is just a downer.
"We can keep pretending that nothing happened and go on living with peace of mind, but do you think he will agree?" There was a sneer on the corner of George's mouth, "He has been waiting for this day to come and take revenge on us. , embarrass us in person, and let us truly realize our mistakes. Do you think we can escape by being absent?"
he.
This he, referring to their youngest son, Renly Sebastian Hall. But in their mouths, they are like strangers. The family bond of the nobles is not even comparable to the flattery of Vanity Fair.
From a certain point of view, the Vanity Fair of the nobles is not much more expensive than the Vanity Fair of Hollywood. The only difference is that Hollywood is shown to everyone, while the nobles are shown to themselves.
Elizabeth pursed the corners of her mouth lightly, trying her best to control her emotions, the curvature of the corners of her mouth still had a smile, but the smile in the depths of her eyes was disappearing, "You mean, he planned all this? So we're going to be delivered like this? God, are you smart or stupid?"
George didn't speak, but raised the glass in his hand and took a sip of the amber-colored alcohol.
Without waiting for an answer, Elizabeth raised her head and glanced at George's face, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Are you planning something? Are you crazy? The Duke of Cambridge attended today's party, don't you know that ? As long as there is any nuisance, we will become the laughing stock of the entire royal family!"
The Duke of Cambridge, also known as Prince William.
George's face turned cold, "So what is your opinion? Run away from the scene? Turn a deaf ear? Or is it shameful? Have you forgotten the opening party of the youngest son of the Dormer family last time? He has never been a complacent. Guys, if it were, we wouldn't be in the situation we're in now, and all things wouldn't exist at all. What better ideas do you have, I'm waiting."
Elizabeth's pupils shrank slightly, and the words twirled on the tip of her tongue for a moment, "What's going on? You should at least let me know in advance, otherwise I'll lose my temper for a while, so what should I do?"
George didn't give a shit, just said in a deep voice, "Tonight, Viscount Bioford has also received an invitation. I have confirmed that he will attend."
The current Viscount Bioford, his name is John-de-Bioford (Johford), the first Marquis of Bioford above his ancestors has the same name.
At the end of the 14th century, the title of the marquis officially appeared, between the duke and the earl, but at that time, the marquis was not valued, the status and honor were not obvious, and it was not well understood by the general public. Among the nobles, they are not too familiar with each other.
At that time, the first Marquis of Bioford was removed from the title of Marquis during the reign of Henry VI. The House of Commons petitioned to restore the title of Marquis, but the Marquis himself voluntarily refused, thinking that the title of "Marquis" It should be treated indifferently.
It was not until the second half of the fifteenth century that the status of the marquis was gradually affirmed.
As for the Marquis of Bioford, he was later made a viscount, and according to historical records, he was the first nobleman to be made a viscount in England.
Although the title of Viscount is only higher than that of Baron, the title of Viscount Bioford has a long history, more than five centuries of continuous and inheritance. The current Viscount Bioford is over sixty years old, and it is his duty to abide by the tradition. Always hope to reproduce the glory of the British royal family and the respect of the nobility.
Because of his age and his title, he can be regarded as a "respected" elder in the aristocratic circle. At least, everyone is willing to give him face after public occasions, maintain the glory of Viscount Bioford, and at the same time give the nobles Respect and support corresponding to the class. Even with juniors like the Duke of Cambridge and Princess Beatrice present, they wouldn't say much.
For Viscount Bioford, anything that disrupts tradition is abhorrent, and if necessary, he doesn't mind breaking the elegant etiquette of aristocrats and swearing. Of course, no foul language, but in the way of a nobleman.
It is conceivable that when Viscount Bioford and Renly met head-on, the picture and scene were really too beautiful.
"Why?" This was the first question in Elizabeth's mind.
The relationship between Viscount Bioford and the Earl of Oxford is not very good, because Richard de Ville is also famous for "doing no business". At every private party, the Viscount will catch the Earl and ramble on and on. , if possible, Richard would never cast himself in the net.
George said succinctly, "Someone has leaked the rumor that the Earl of Oxford is hosting a midsummer party to welcome the arrival of summer, and Viscount Bioford believes that he should come out for activities and participate in some banquets. The Earl of Oxford had to send a special message. Another invitation letter."
Elizabeth gently retracted her chin and said nothing more.
Not far away, the Duke of Cambridge appeared with the princess. George and Elizabeth straightened their waists slightly and took the initiative to greet them.