No matter how you say it, the fruits and cakes at the dinner are exquisite, delicious and guilt-free. The only sins are sugar and calories.
After Sabrina stuffed the seventh piece of cream soufflé, she sipped the red wine and swallowed it. The food rolled down her slender neck like a swan, and then she opened her thin eyebrows.
Judging from the way she kept exhaling with satisfaction, she must have eaten enough.
More or less rude.
No wonder she would secretly hide here to eat.
Bonaparte was stunned. He was not surprised at the appetite of the count's youngest daughter, but he was worried about the steel ring on her waist. Would eating so much really not cause problems?
Sabrina seemed to finally realize that there was someone beside her, which made her look a little shy. She picked up a pink fan and put it in front of her mouth, looking at Bonaparte pitifully with her big innocent eyes.
"You will understand me and won't tell me everywhere, right? I believe you are an upright and considerate person."
Bonaparte:......
"I hope you can be considerate of your body. Overeating is not a good habit."
"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Sabrina glanced at the bustling banquet center and suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, aren't you going to dance?"
Bonaparte said nothing.
Of course he can dance, which is a required course for nobles, but the reason why a man is sitting here is obvious.
"I understand, you must not have a dance partner."
Sabrina's eyes curved up, and the thawing spring water on the Seine River flowed under her eyes, sparkling in the magnificent lighting atmosphere.
"Yes, you are aware of everything and you have seen it." Bonaparte spread his hands and shook his head.
"This is not okay."
She smiled triumphantly, with innocent fun, lifted up the hem of her skirt, placed the red velvet fan on the edge of the table, and handed Bonaparte's slender palms covered with white lace gloves in front of his eyes.
"Come, sir, this is your lady's invitation."
"Me? Are you sure?" Bonaparte's eyes were a little confused, and the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance of cream and indescribable flowers, which came from the girl's shiny fingertips as she picked up the cake.
"This is proper social etiquette. You can also use it as hush money for seeing me make a fool of myself just now."
The girl leaned forward slightly, closing the distance, covering her delicate skirt with one hand, and her tender collarbone was half exposed in the sweet air.
"I've never seen anyone offer hush money..." Bonaparte stopped, and looked into those beautiful and expectant eyes. He couldn't say anything uninteresting, so he had to purse his lips and stand up.
"As you wish."
He paused and gently held Sabrina's fingers from below, trying to be as gentle as touching precious porcelain.
Feeling the other party's caution, Sabrina said in a satisfied tone: "If you were more funny, maybe it would be even better."
Holding the girl's slender hand, the two of them walked around the dining table and walked to the dance floor with elegant steps. While they were only half an arm's length away, Bonaparte whispered questions in her ear.
"How funny?"
"You should ask, how wonderful it is." The sweet girl pouted, and after replying, she waved to the acquaintances passing by.
It was Camilla. She and Kane were already in a tight relationship and had withdrawn from the ball.
"Okay, how wonderful." Bonaparte couldn't stand Kane's surprised and narrow eyes, as if he was wondering that he could actually hold hands with Sabrina, and was secretly a little annoyed, even though it was a proper social etiquette.
"It all depends on how funny you are, sir." Sabrina turned around and put her arm around Bonaparte's shoulders.
"Well...it is said that a long time ago there was a wishing tree on the island of Kogasi."
Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, then put his arm around the girl's slim waist and swayed in the crowd.
"What kind of wishing tree is it?" Sabrina obviously didn't expect him to suddenly mention this, but she still asked in a flattering tone.
"It is a tree with three leaves, but there is also a rare fourth leaf. In the legend of Kogasi, if you find a leaf with four leaves, you will be blessed."
"You still believe such a childlike story, I can't tell."
"Because I'm a Spartan, aren't I?"
The pairs of shadows rotated and swayed slowly under the light. Bonaparte and Sabrina blended in and were not conspicuous. No, they were actually quite conspicuous. Miss Sabrina was half a head taller than him.
"The four leaves represent prayer, hope, and love respectively, and the last one represents happiness. The rabbit we have there symbolizes purity, love, happiness, and hope, because it often eats leaves from the wish tree."
With some memory in his mouth, Bonaparte slowly told the fairy tales of his childhood.
Sabrina was mesmerized by the sound, and her thoughts swirled with the noisy and clear classical music, as if they were rippling in the undulating waves of the waves.
She murmured slightly: "You are actually very romantic."
Bonaparte shook his head and said: "Everyone is romantic, but you have to meet the right person, because everyone has a different lock in their heart. Only the right key can open it."
"Whose famous quote is this?" She was a little curious.
"Maybe it's Bonaparte's famous saying." Bonaparte got closer to her again, because the girl's fragrance was attracting her.
"I don't believe it. Are you deliberately being boring? I believe you will be a popular person in the future, but you don't look like that at all now."
"Oh? What about me?"
Sabrina followed the dance steps, squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, "Introverted, cautious, sorry, a little sensitive."
It didn't sound nice, but it was true. If she spoke words of praise, Bonaparte would feel that they were not sincere enough.
"So, what are you like to you?" the girl asked softly.
He pondered and said, "Honestly, I don't know."
"I never envision questions like this because once you allow them to be asked, the answer begs the next question."
Bonaparte paused and then said: "The answer will never be irrefutable. People will question this answer, and the answer to the next question will also be questioned, and the cycle of asking the reasons for the reasons will continue."
"You mean you don't know it yourself? It makes me confused."
Bonaparte said with a sigh: "You are right, no one can know clearly what he is like, and the only way for people to live in society is to prevent them from questioning. The only way to prevent them from questioning It’s the use of terror.”
"If the essence of a thing is vague and unfathomable, then people can only obey it. Once people understand the essence of a thing, once it is a rational thing, once people can understand it, they will not be afraid of it. They will not fear it and respect it. It, so it will collapse.”
"Therefore, what we need is something vague and incomprehensible. There are mirrors in life, but it is difficult to have a mirror in thought."
Sabrina thought thoughtfully, then chuckled: "I really can't understand you, Mr. Bonaparte."
Bonaparte nodded silently and looked at the flow of lights.
The lights swayed with phantoms, silver plates reflected the attires, romantic young people showed off their streamlined dresses, and prosperity and singing flowed freely behind the shadow of the decadent city.
Decorated with flowers and swords and frances.
