A girl in a blue dress was slowly walking into the hall, and the surrounding guests automatically made way for her, just because she was too beautiful to bear to be blasphemed.
Different from those women who decorate their faces with all kinds of powder, different from those ladies who decorate themselves with gold, silver and all kinds of fancy jewelry, and different from those aristocratic girls who pretend to be arrogant but mean. The blue that just covers the body is different.
The dress, light-colored collar lining and pure white gloves with lace patterns, the entire outfit perfectly highlights this girl like a green leaf.
Her eyes were not looking at anything, with a bit of curiosity in her clear pupils, she casually scanned the entire party, taking small steps, but it was as if she had stepped into everyone's heart, rattling with the heartbeat.
This natural beauty looks like a magnificent work of art from any angle, attracting greedy and admiring eyes in the hall.
A huge chandelier hangs on the dome in the hall, with dozens of large candles burning on it, surrounded by a circle of smaller chandeliers. These chandeliers are all made of exquisite brass. The fiercely burning candles light up the dome.
The murals are reflected clearly and brightly, and these murals recording various legends and myths add a luxurious color to the hall.
As Lorraine Hill entered, the music in the banquet began to play. Eight violinists and a pianist began to perform beside the stage. The soothing and lively music was accompanied by the congratulations of the guests, and the banquet officially began.
First, various gentlemen and women in gorgeous clothes came to say hello to Lorraine Hill. Although the girl did not know any of them, she responded politely one by one under the prompts of Chelsea beside her.
There is envy, desire, pleading, and some fanatical love in the eyes of these people when they look at the girl. No matter where in the world, there is always love at first sight.
After the girl responded for a while, a middle-aged man in a black dress came over. His dress was embroidered with small patterns of olives and shells with emerald green silk thread, indicating that he came from the Yagtilin family.
"Hello, Miss Lacey, I am Jelinek, the current head of the Yagtilin family. Welcome to visit."
"Hello, Uncle Jelinek. I heard my father mention you many times. I am troubling you by your sudden visit."
"Don't worry, your father and I are close friends. I was very sad to hear his bad news. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best to help."
"Thank you for your kindness. I will definitely tell you if necessary." Lorraine Hill bowed his head slightly and saluted.
After talking for a while, a girl in a bright yellow dress came over. She had long blue hair, with some spirals at the ends of her hair hanging on her chest. She wore a small and exquisite golden necklace around her neck, with a necklace in the middle.
A blue crystal pendant hangs.
"Hello, father." She first raised her skirt and saluted Jelinek, then turned to face Lorraine Hill, her golden eyes full of curiosity.
"Rachel, you are here. Let me introduce you. This is my daughter Rachel. You are about the same age and should have more topics in common, so I won't disturb you."
After finishing speaking, Jelinek walked to the other side to communicate with others.
The girl in the yellow dress first greeted Lorraine Hill.
"Hello, I'm Rachel."
"Hello, my name is Lacey. Sorry, because this is my first time in Verga, I don't know much about etiquette. If I don't do it well, please tell me."
"That's not the case, Lacey. I think you perform better than everyone else. You are like a born princess." Rachel smiled.
"Let's sit here for a while."
Rachel pulled Lorraine Hill to a small table next to the dance floor. Soon two servants came over and placed a candlestick on the white tablecloth, and then brought two glasses of juice.
"I will only come of age in the second half of the year, and my father won't let me drink. I don't know if you are used to drinking juice. I heard that people in West Wind prefer drinking."
"It's okay, I also like juice very much and I basically don't drink alcohol."
Lorraine Hill shook her head. She didn't know her age in this life, and she couldn't say whether she was an adult. In her previous life, she rarely drank high-alcohol wine, and she only drank low-alcohol wine with her friends.
The juice in the glass is light green, and after shaking, you can still find finely chopped green pulp. It tastes sour in the mouth, and then has a sweet taste. A few ice cubes are also added to the glass. In the summer season, it is refreshing and refreshing.
And delicious.
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah." Lorraine Hill took a sip of this cold juice, and the refreshing taste dissipated a lot of the summer heat.
"Hehe, I invented this. This kind of juice is squeezed from blueberry, but blueberry is a bit sour, so I tried adding some honey to neutralize the sourness. When I drank it, I added ice cubes to make it sour.
The taste is more exciting." Rachel introduced her favorite product to Lorraine Hill.
"Ice?"
"Yes, there is an Original Sequence 3 Bingguang bartender in my family. She is very good at this. She is also responsible for several newly developed perfumes in our family in recent years. I will introduce her to you when I have time.
"
"Does it taste good? Can you describe the feeling? My brothers despise juice and only like drinking. Every time I ask them, they are very perfunctory."
"Well, it's like putting your hand into the cold mountain spring water on a sweltering afternoon, and the sound of running water wakes you up."
Lorraine Hill tried to use words to describe his feelings, while Rachel was very happy, as if she had met a soulmate in life.
"Lacie, you must be very good at studying. My brother and father would only say "very good, not bad" if they want to describe something good."
"It's just a few words every time we come and go. It's really boring to communicate with them."
Rachel began to complain that none of the people around her had any literary literacy. Apart from being good at settling accounts and making money, they were not interested in anything else.
Then Rachel started talking about various literature and dramas. Although Lorraine Hill had basically never heard of it, she only nodded occasionally and agreed. She was also very happy. It can be seen that she is a girl who likes romantic stories very much, and
I have been holding back for a long time with no one around me to communicate with.
"You know, Lacey, my favorite is the legendary Lightning Knights. The leader, Aell, is so handsome."
The Lightning Knights is a legend that appeared in the Third Age. Its leader Ael and the founding monarch of the Kingdom of West Wind are close friends. The two families have been married many times, and now the Lightning Knights are also directly affiliated with the West Wind royal family.
The Knights have left many glorious achievements and legends in history.
The story of the leader A'er is also very exciting. After being continuously beautified by later generations and performed in operas, he has become a household name on the mainland. Although he was born hundreds of years ago, he is still regarded as a hero by countless young people.
And the perfect object in the hearts of thousands of girls.
The happy time always passed quickly, and the banquet was gradually coming to an end, when a young butler came over.
"Hello, Miss Lacey. I am Owen, the housekeeper of the Agtilin family. I'm sorry to disturb you. Our master, Mr. Jelinek, invites you to sit in the study next to him for a while. I would like to get to know your father, Mr. Angus.
matter."
"Okay, I'll go there later." Lorraine Hill stood up, signaled to the butler and the head maid in the distance, and then followed the young butler out of the hall and walked to the adjacent corridor.
Seeing the friends of the same age whom she had just met being invited to leave by her father, Rachel was a little confused.
"When did Father become so serious?"
As the girl left the hall, subtle footsteps could be heard from many dark corners of Yagtilin's house, and occasionally the sound of armor clashing could be heard.