The traditional hereditary aristocracy declined, but the aristocracy and the upper class still existed in the second half of the 20th century, with those two wars, and I don't know how many times the situation changed,

In Europe a few decades ago, society developed in a vigorous capital, the rule of the monarchical kingdom was long gone, and the social classes of the old era ceased to exist,

Aristocrat.

Those who live in castles and live in the service of many servants are truly called in substance,

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 aristocracy has declined,

But the aristocracy, no, perhaps it should be said that those who can be called nobles, still exist.

The night is noisy and flashy, not the current Paris is not what it looks like, there is still a little romance of the golden age, a convertible sports car that will be auctioned up now passes through the old streets on the outskirts of the city,

The dazzling and mesmerizing lights of the city illuminated the handsome faces of the two young men in the car, and people knew that this was the kind of upper-class people just by scanning it.

"Is it another ball, Mars, you're really not bored..."

Sitting in the co-pilot seat of this sports car, he didn't worry about the high-speed arm on the door and gently supported his face, even if the casual behavior at the moment was full of grace,

Looking at his best friend who was like-minded with him, the young man who had changed into a black tuxedo sighed lightly.

"Haha, trust me! Chlo, this ball is definitely different from the previous ones. ”

Even if he listened to him say two absolutes in a row, for this flowery guy who relied on the skills of wandering flowers and brought different women back every time, the young man who was referred to as Kolo would no longer believe his nonsense.

By the way... But it's definitely the boring unfolding that is entangled by all kinds of women ...

A very conspicuous sports car crosses the street and arrives at a manor house on the outskirts of Paris.

Stopping by the fountain in front of the gate of tonight's dance venue, and throwing the key to the butler on the side, Mars straightened his bow tie and sighed helplessly at his friend beside him,

The handsome and handsome that can be felt at a glance, impeccable manners, once the origin of the ancient British aristocracy, the outstanding ability to come easily no matter anything, and even more rare is the temperament aura that always feels beyond ordinary people,

But perhaps because of this excellent and excellent condition, Mars always felt that his friend could not find the meaning of life...

So as a close friend, I at least want to help him be happy.

"Don't worry, Colo, I didn't lie to you this time, we are here tonight for a formal occasion that cannot be compared to the previous 'party'."

Handing the invitation to the waiter, Mars confidently assured him as he walked into the ballroom.

"Alas... I'm not really interested in this kind of occasion...."

Already feeling the gaze of several young ladies who had entered the room together, Chloe had almost given up explaining to him that it was not a question of whether it was formal or not.

"I know, I know, conformism, tradition and liberalism, compared to the free-spirited view of love, you are the traditional conservative group of the British, right?"

It can be called a typical French man who is romantic and romantic, and he has long seen through his suitable type of partner who respects each other and knows each other, Mars chuckled and refused the waiter's help, and passed his eyes when he pushed the ball door open.

"Trust my eyes."

Do you believe in the vision of a playboy...

Thinking so, she chuckled softly, followed him towards the front, and then in the golden splendor of the open door of the ball hall, without any preparation and expectation,

He saw the love at first sight that made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

She stood in the light of the ball,

The slender and straight snow-white back and crimson dress are encircled in the center, and the flawless and elegant delicate face makes all the lights lose their color.

In the face of the flattery and flattery of everyone around him, his calm and beautiful eyes did not fluctuate for a minute, only as if carved into the blood of self-reliance and dignity, noble and noble people dare not step forward.

"Herschel Linhua, this is the name of her current background, you can also tell, unlike those women who are only fascinated by jewelry, she is a real nobleman in this era, and it is said that she still has the blood of the French royal family in the past,"

In the high-class dance party where the guests gathered, Mars looked at the center of the hall surrounded by everyone, and a figure like a playboy like him did not even have the courage to go up and talk to him, and sighed:

"To be honest, I always thought that there was no girl in all of Europe that you couldn't catch up with, but this time even I wasn't sure,"

"But I'm optimistic about you!"

Seeing that he patted himself on the shoulder, encouraging himself to squeeze his eyebrows before continuing to amuse those beautiful ladies, Chloe laughed a little dumbly,

Then he didn't rush forward immediately, just picked up a glass of champagne and occasionally glanced at it, feeling the tranquility and elegance of the other party's beautiful figure.

and a certain trait like yourself.

It wasn't until the dance began, the hall was dimly lit, and all the women who were courting him had dispersed, that he slowly walked towards the figure, and when he saw his actions, the other hesitant men in the dance party retreated with a sigh.

And noticing him walking towards him, Herschel looked at him calmly,

"Nice prom, isn't it?"

There was no flattery, no flattery, and no obscure gaze that other men disgusted them, and the young English gentleman in the tuxedo had a polite demeanor that could not be faulted, and a light smile.

"But it looks like you're not here for the ball."

He didn't pay much attention to it, and retracted his gaze, Herschel's voice was crisp and quiet.

It stands to reason that it should never be the first conversation that will take place in the social arena, and it seems that they have determined the identity of the other party, and both of them are quietly staring at the dance venue at this moment.

"Originally, I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my life, and I was probably willing to do everything for her before I found the meaning of life, so I was thinking about how to invite her to dance."

His eyes moved, and when he heard such a chuckling word, he subconsciously thought that this was the same rhetoric to himself as those people just now, and Herschel heard him speak in a low voice:

"She's on your left."

Left...?

Hearing that it wasn't him, he subconsciously turned his gaze, but his voice reminded him softly, as if he didn't want the other party to notice,

"Don't be so fast, she shouldn't like everyone staring at her, and she doesn't like to be disturbed by unrelated people."

Richly decorated ball halls, slightly dim lights, melodious waltzes, people in evening dresses and suits.

"Slow down... Turn around slowly, and don't let her find out..."

The moment he turned his gaze a little slower, Herschel saw a mirror that the waiter had just moved to make room for the dance floor pass by to his left.

In the mirror is the noble and elegant figure of the crimson evening dress.

Knowing that it was such a 'trick', with a young and gorgeous face, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, Herschel turned his eyes to look at him,

"Before we get into the scene to be antagonists,"

Euphemistic but not false, chuckling but not frivolous, his actions and deeds have respect and seriousness for this as a long-term love,

In the ball waltz of the old era, the young English gentleman in the tuxedo is meticulous and smiles at the woman in the crimson dress and invites:

"Miss Herschel, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"