Chapter 126: Atlanta
Atlanta, Georgia.
The Southern capital during the Civil War, home to the headquarters of CNN and Delta Air Lines.
The city with the highest greening rate in the United States is also a paradise for African Americans.
An American city with a Wuhan-like climate and a Chengdu-like pace of life.
Compared to cities like New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago, Atlanta is not particularly well-known, but in a parallel universe, Emory University has aroused the outrage of 1.4 billion people for expelling Chinese scientists, and Atlanta has become famous as its location.
But Belle didn't come here because it happened in another parallel universe.
She came here to attend the wedding of an acquaintance.
The only company in the United States that can compete with Stark in terms of energy, the wedding of Fallon Carrington, the daughter of the head of the Carrington Group in Atlanta.
If a company has been evaluated as "able to compete with Stark Group", it is enough to show that this is a great company.
The pearl of the head of this company is naturally the world's most famous flower in the world.
And unlike Kardashian, Hadid, and other Internet celebrity rich women who rely on popularity to gain benefits, Fallon Carrington is a relatively low-key person, and almost no one knows her out of the circle of high society.
Of course, it is only relatively low-key, she lives a luxurious life, talks about pomp, has a good face, white jade is a horse for gold, and pearls are like earth and gold like iron.
It's just that she doesn't appear in the public eye much, and she is not keen on showing off her wealth to the toiling public, and she doesn't think it is interesting at all.
It's not hard to understand why, to make a simple analogy, Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo winning a keyboard warrior in a football match doesn't give them any sense of accomplishment.
What's more, this kind of extravagant and outrageous life, for Fallon Carrington, is not a flaunting of wealth, just daily life.
This luxury includes, but is not limited to, providing first-class airfare and arranging a Bentley pick-up for most of the guests who come to the wedding.
However, for the few guests whom the Carrington family values very much, first-class tickets are clearly not enough to show their sincerity. They arranged for a private jet and a family member to meet them at the airport.
Unexpectedly, as the owner of a desperate housewife, coupled with the identity of a model who is not very popular, Belle actually received a very high-profile reception from the Carrington family.
On the private jet to Atlanta, Peter has complained countless times.
"Can you be quiet for a while," Belle said bitterly, rubbing her temples, "after all this time around Stark, you should have gotten used to this." β
"If you grew up in low-cost housing in Queens, you can see why I wasn't used to that." Peter was a little aggrieved and said, "Why do you have to bring me?" β
"Are you going to let me go to the wedding alone?" Belle asked, "Don't you guys who grew up in low-rent housing in Queens know it's sad to go to a wedding alone?" β
"That's a bit too much," said Helen, sitting on the other side, pretending to read the paper, "in fact, very excessive, as poisonous and impersonal as Fallon Carrington." β
Helen is still haunted by Fallon's inadvertent scolding of her.
The first time she went to the Desperate Housewives, she happened to meet Fallon, who greeted her warmly and then asked her, "Isn't it particularly sad for a smart person like you, with a Ph.D., a world-renowned scientist, to work for someone who hasn't graduated from a bachelor's degree?" β
Belle argued: "It's not my fault that I didn't graduate from undergrad, the school expelled me for some reason, what can I do?" β
"Like you did with the thugs in Harlem who tried to do you badly, let the provost smack himself ten times and then revoke your suspension?" "Wouldn't it be nice to be nice, donate some money to the school, build a library or something, and then you can just get an honorary doctorate?" β
"Where did you get so many great ideas?" Belle asked dissatisfiedly, "Is it okay to have this mind to manage the club well?" I've heard a lot of people complain lately that the quality of service has deteriorated! β
"You're the only one who complains," Helen pointed out Belle's fault, pointedly, "and every time Jessica Jones complains, Jessica Jones takes a lot of good wine, and never pays." β
"By the way, Helen and I have unanimously decided to send all the wine you have in the house to the desperate housewife to compensate for the deficit Jessica has caused." Peter calmly mended the knife on the side.
"I was kind enough to let you two live in my house, and you just treated me like that?" Belle asked, "Besides, she drinks bourbon, and I drink Sauvignon Blanc, which is what kind of compensation is this?" β
"I stayed in your house because you said you were the safest there," Helen said, "and Peter moved in for some obvious reason. β
Hearing this, Hernan Alvarez pouted very covertly.
"And it doesn't matter what kind of drink you drink," Peter chimed in, "Jessica Jones can survive after three or five days of rest after having her spleen removed, and you'll have to stay in bed for a week if you have a cold, so it's okay for her to drink a liter of whiskey a day, and you should hang up in less than two years." β
Belle argued vehemently, "My house is safe, and shouldn't you thank me for letting you in?" Why do you say as if I forced you? Besides, Peter moved in solely because he quit the Avengers, and he didn't have the salary to pay the rent for that apartment on the Upper East Side, so you have to use that misleading phrase to describe it? β
She turned to Peter again and said sternly, "If you don't remember, I'll remind you again, last time in Los Angeles, I had already broken my chest to the point where I could see my heart, but it only took me ten minutes for me to come back to life." β
This inexplicable argument continued until the plane landed and Belle was a little angry when she walked down the gangway.
"When did you form a united front behind my back?" She muttered as she walked, completely oblivious to the impatient look of Fallon Carrington waiting on the tarmac.
"Probably because they think your fashion taste is terrible, no wonder your modeling career has been tepid." Fallon said sharply, unabashedly looking at Belle's oversized white shirt, "When will you be able to change your clothes?" You're going to wear this to be my bridesmaid? β
"When did I promise to be your bridesmaid?" Belle asked, "Shouldn't I have said this sooner rather than later, so that I could have a chance to prepare a bachelorette party for you, and then fix you properly?" β
"As if you know how to organize a bachelorette party," said Fallon, walking past Belle and giving Hernan a warm hug, "If it weren't for this handsome guy, your desperate housewife would have been closed long ago." β
Hernan smiled slightly, his slightly evil smile had super lethality against a rebellious rich girl like Fallon. He can be a manager of desperate housewives, and this face is absolutely deserved.
"Hey, Helen," Fallon hugged her as well, but the hug was a little perfunctory compared to Hernan, "What are you doing at Belle's beauty salon?" If you want to come to Atlanta, I can recommend you to the best hospital here. β
Helen's apple muscles twitched slightly, even if it was to squeeze a smile out of the bride-to-be.
Fallon saw Peter again, looked at him with wide eyes, and then asked Belle, "Hey, you never told me you had such a beautiful brother!" β
As she spoke, she put one hand around Peter's waist, "Is he single?" My brother is still ......"
"Shut up," Belle said angrily, "tell Steven not to beat him up, and stay away from Henan." β
Fallon gave Belle a meaningful look, and then looked at Hernan with a gossipy look on his face, trying to get some news from him.
Hernan smiled and said, "This is Peter Parker, Belle's boyfriend." β
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The group left the airport in a car arranged by Carrington's family and headed for their mansion in the suburbs.
Along the way, Fallon's mouth never closed, and even Peter's mouth was stunned and he couldn't find the slightest space to interject.
"So, that slut, my stepmother, is doing things every day," Fallon said a little meanly, "and my dad actually appointed her the chief operating officer of Carrington Atlanta!" That would have been my position! And then, she moved almost her whole family from Mexico to Atlanta, and her sister, her nephew, oh my God, I spent so long learning Spanish just to listen to them babble at my house every day? β
"So you found a Japanese flash marriage who didn't know where it came from?" Belle asked, "Is this going to your dad off to death?" β
"I thought he was going to be half angry, but guess what, the two of them got along!" "You don't mind if I take off my shoes, do you?" My feet are going to hurt. β
The first time Peter saw Fallon, he noticed the shoes, with black leather, bright red soles, and a twelve-centimeter heel.
He knew that Belle had shoes that were exactly the same as this one, and when he and Belle were not familiar with each other, he often saw Belle wear such exaggerated shoes to school, and he was secretly shocked many times.
As a straight man of steel, he thought in his heart that this kind of shoe was a first-degree murder of the toe. He couldn't imagine how Belle could walk like a fly with such a murder weapon.
It wasn't until later that he learned that Belle was a powerful superpower, so he immediately understood.
Now, Fallon's reaction finally confirms Peter's long-awaited suspicion: that heels can't be handled unless you have superpowers.
He looked at Fallon with some sympathy, and also noticed Hernan's usual smile, and Helen's slightly furrowed brow.
After all, Helen is a Korean woman who has extremely high requirements for herself, even if she steps on the tip of a knife, she will maintain absolute elegance and calmness in front of guests.
But all three of them were intrigued by Belle's words.
Fallon Carrington is an extremely stereotypical white American Southern woman, with blond hair and blue eyes, bright teeth and red lips, straightforward and unrestrained, and super performative desire.
At the same time, she comes from a wealthy family in the South with a conservative tradition, and retains a religious tradition that she knows is pretending to be pretending.
She could roll her eyes in twenty different ways, and she could sing all the hymns.
It is hard to imagine that she would choose to marry a Japanese man who is known for his caution, rigidity and meticulousness.
Especially after they met the bridegroom-to-be, it deepened their confusion.
The groom-to-be greeted them at the door of the villa.
He looks like the kind of person who couldn't accept such a humiliation when he heard that Japan was defeated and surrendered, and then committed suicide by seppuku to die to the emperor.
He politely declined the driver, personally helped Fallon open the door, took his fiancΓ©e by the hand and helped her out of the car, and greeted Helen with the same gentlemanly and decent manners.
It wasn't until Belle got out of the car that he finally showed a little different, and did not wait for Helen to introduce him, but took the initiative to reach out to Belle and introduce himself:
"I'm Sextant, Miss Taifler-Peake, and I'm glad I am."