Xia Qingdai tried on all the dresses and finally chose a bright red velvet dress. The little white lace embroidered on the square collar can bring out her snow-white complexion very well and fits her aesthetic perfectly.
The neckline of the red skirt is not low, but because the eighteen-year-old Xia Qingdai has a swan-like soft neck and a high and plump bust, this originally cute velvet skirt looks sexy.
If there is a ditch, there will be fire! It's a pity that no one appreciates it!
She turned sideways and looked at herself in the mirror. The romance and charm of her 29th year were vividly reflected in her body.
There may be people who are beautiful without knowing it, but this person is definitely not Xia Qingdai.
Having been teased by swarms of boys like bees and butterflies since she was a child, it was difficult for her to turn a blind eye to her own beauty.
Just like Xia Shanglu, who was loaned to West Lake to work as a patrolman and became a tourist attraction, the brother and sister were famous for their good looks in their respective circles.
"Hey, what a pity. I dress so beautifully, but no one can see me."
It was a pity that only Owen could see her in this old castle.
But having said that, Xia Qingdai still stood in front of the mirror, combing herself into a lazy braid with her hands and matching velvet hairband.
After tying it up, she didn't forget to fluff it up a little to make her hair look fuller, just like her whole person, which was full of girlish beauty.
When she is quiet, she looks elegant, but when she moves, she looks brilliant.
After admiring herself in front of the mirror, she felt that nothing was wrong, so Xia Qingdai walked out of the cloakroom and came to the living room.
She saw that on the small table here, there was already a plate of fruit salad and a glass of orange juice, as well as a plate of grilled fish and a piece of cream cake, with knives and forks on the side.
The chopsticks in reality are too big. Xia Qingdai didn't have her own chopsticks in the castle, so she reluctantly used knives and forks instead.
She sat down at the little table in a good mood and swept away the food. Except for the grilled fish, which was probably bought by Owen's servant from the market, the rest were given by Xia Qingdai.
The mini cakes that were originally only enough for her alone could feed a village after being placed in the castle.
After finishing what was Xia Qingdai's breakfast, she wiped her mouth and took a long stretch.
It was strange that she was jet-lagged and stayed up late the next day, but her energy was not sluggish at all. Especially after hearing the prayers, she felt even more energetic.
The singing and laughing outside continued to come in, and Xia Qingdai was finally attracted by the excitement, got up and opened the door.
In the corridor on the second floor, there are also young men and women chatting and laughing in twos and threes, and the servants are standing there dutifully, serving delicious food to everyone anytime and anywhere.
Xia Qingdai shuttled among the crowd. The men here were all dressed in the same style. They all wore tuxedos with high-waisted pants and ruffled shirt collars.
The ladies were all lively and lively, some were bold and unrestrained, wearing short-sleeved dresses with bare breasts and arms, full of youthful hormones.
The fireplace in the ballroom was very bright, and the big snowman candles on the side could also bring a lot of heat. The candlesticks on the wall were filled with candles, lighting up the night like day.
Many people are saying how happy it would be if the glass lamp house were placed in the house.
That is to say, there are no cameras now, otherwise this glass light house will definitely become an internet celebrity check-in attraction.
Xia Qingdai sat on a single sofa in the corner, smiling and watching the dance that was about to begin.
The old and the very young left in carriages after their Christmas Eve dinner.
Now all that's left here are young men and women of social age, and their mothers.
As the owner of this place, Owen of course has to lead the dance.
From the moment Xia Qingdai floated down the stairs, his eyes were firmly attracted.
When he customized a dress for Xia Qingdai, as soon as he saw the color of red velvet, he felt that it would be particularly suitable for her.
Because although she is regarded as a god, when she gets along with him, she is full of innocent, romantic, naughty and cunning temperament, like an angel who is inexperienced in the world, and like an elf playing in the world.
Seeing her wearing this bright red dress, he couldn't help but smile slightly.
This red color really complements her, and makes her skin as cold as snow.
Seeing Owen walking towards her, Xia Qingdai immediately understood what he meant and quickly waved her hand to express rejection.
Firstly, she couldn't dance at all, and secondly, Owen was the only one who could see her.
If she accepted Owen's invitation, she wouldn't let him turn into a lunatic in the eyes of others and perform the opening dance holding the air.
Seeing Xia Qingdai's resolute refusal, Owen stopped, nodded slightly, then walked towards a girl not far from Xia Qingdai and asked her to dance.
Owen didn't dance in every dance, but as the host, he at least showed good etiquette.
If he had any shortcomings, it would probably be that his politeness contained an overly obvious sense of alienation.
Everyone couldn't figure out his thoughts at all, and they didn't know which lady he was interested in.
The number of male and female guests at this dance was evenly matched, and there were basically no ladies left out.
It's a pity that Xia Qingdai can't dance, otherwise it would be extremely fun to dance casually on the dance floor.
But soon, she no longer felt disappointed that she couldn't dance.
Because right next to the piano, she heard the conversation of several ladies.
The content of their discussion did not arouse her interest, but the name of one of the girls aroused her great interest.
That girl is called Jane Austen!
Xia Qingdai circled around the girl, knowing that no one could see her, so she stared at Jane unscrupulously.
"Oh my God! Is it really Jane Austen? Is it the same person, or has the same name and surname?" Xia Qingdai murmured to herself.
The girl in front of her looks very much in line with Jane Austen's age, she looks about fifteen years old.
Xia Qingdai stood nearby and listened to their conversation in order to confirm their identities.
"Jane, Mr. Owen has been looking at you! Stop thinking about the books on the bookshelf, cheer up and go to the dance floor to dance!"
Jane Austen said without interest: "I don't have much interest in dancing. Cassandra, you know, if mother hadn't insisted that we all come, I wouldn't have come."
"Oh, you are just too calm for someone your age." Her sister sighed, then accepted a gentleman's invitation and slid onto the dance floor again.
Xia Qingdai has been excited to death around Jane Austen, feeling that her appearance and character are exactly as she imagined.
Owen was a little surprised when he saw Xia Qingdai's appearance. He didn't know why she kept surrounding the pastor's daughter.
