Chapter 147 This dress seems to have grown out of her body
Hedda was afraid that Edith would be bored, and secondly, she had promised to send her a dress, so she simply didn't wait for her great-grandfather and directly pulled her towards the cloakroom.
The two of them passed the main entrance and heard the door of the reception room just opened. The voice of the person in charge came from inside: "Thank you."
As he walked out the door, he saw Edith, opened his eyes slightly, took off his hat and said, "Good afternoon, Miss Griffin."
Then he turned and nodded slightly to Hedda: "Miss Turner."
Old Turner behind him saw the whole scene.
The person in charge obviously knew that Edith was Hedda's study partner, and after the initial surprise, he quickly calmed down, exchanged a few simple words, and left in a hurry. Edith returned the greeting, looked up and saw Old Turner, and bowed again.
Old Turner seemed to want to say something, but after looking at Hedda beside Edith, he swallowed his words back.
"Sorry, I am not a good host." He closed his eyes tiredly. The servant beside him quickly stepped forward and helped him back to his seat. The butler at the door stepped forward and said respectfully, "Given your current physical condition, it is difficult to have a good chat with you. I can only invite you to my house next time. I am deeply sorry for this impoliteness."
Edith didn't care. She expressed that she didn't mind and followed Hedda into the cloakroom.
Hedda looked distracted.
"I'll go and find out what happened." She apologized to Edith, letting her choose whatever she wanted from the cabinet near the door, and hurried back.
"Try it if you like it, and take it if you like it. Don't worry about me."
What old Turner and the head of the Giles family were discussing was a family affair between the two families, so Edith didn't want to ask about it, so she put it aside and relaxedly toured the room she was in.
He is truly worthy of being a Duke.
Even though the Turner family has fallen on hard times, its huge body can still crush a large number of civilians.
Hedda's dressing room is endless, and at a glance it is full of dresses, and no one knows where her everyday clothes are stored.
The servant in charge of the cloakroom led her to the compartment containing ill-fitting dresses, stepped back, and let her choose without saying a word.
Edith was in a trance for a moment.
In the academy, everyone wears the same robes, and sometimes it is really hard to remember everyone's noble status.
Dresses are indeed the simplest and most crude way to distinguish people's identities.
She moved slowly, looked around, and frowned slightly.
Burns eyes.
Probably to highlight the red eyes and red hair of the Turner family, most of Hedda's skirts are bright red, matched with reflective satin. Every time you glance at them, you feel like you are being burned by flames.
And, it's really, really gorgeous.
Whether it is the number and color of the gemstones, or the fine gold thread and lace on the dresses, these dresses can be described as "heavy workmanship". And judging from the waist design of some of the dresses, there is definitely space reserved for the petticoat inside the hem, so that when you wear them, you can automatically stand one meter away from the people around you.
It is suitable for the status of the heir of Duke Hedda, but it seems a bit exaggerated for her to wear.
"Is there no simpler style?" She was too embarrassed to take it, so she looked up and asked the servant.
She had only worn two dresses before. Fortunately, she was not a noble, so wearing the same dress over and over again would not become a topic of conversation.
Therefore, apart from the one specially made for the Chief Researcher Promotion Ceremony, the remaining dress accompanied her through all the social occasions she had to attend.
It was an extremely plain green dress, without jewels or lace, but well-cut and with enough leg room, perfect for scurrying around among potential investors or slipping away before the end of the night.
The waistline is not tight, so there is no need for a corset. In addition, there is enough space to stuff a short knife in it, so you can tear open the hem of the skirt when necessary.
With the memory of the dress in her heart, Edith stood there and watched the servants search for it. As she watched, she finally realized something was wrong and raised her eyebrows.
Hedda was generous, but the servant didn't seem to be happy about it.
"This." The stern-faced servant suddenly brightened up after seeing something, and his tone became cheerful: "The simplicity you want."
Edith watched her pull open the thick red, yellow and purple skirt and pull out a green strip from it. The visual impact was no less than pulling a green worm out of an apple.
But it is indeed eye-catching.
Edith glanced around and saw no fancy decorations.
Dark green, it looks very quiet. The whole skirt is mainly decorated with cloth strips. The cloth strips of the same color are pleated in different ways and are sewn at the waist, hem and chest respectively, but the embroidery threads are all hidden, which does not destroy the beauty of the whole body.
Best of all, there are no gemstones, no exposed embroidery threads, and no lace.
Comfortable! I feel like I can blend in with the crowd without attracting unnecessary attention. The fabric is good quality, not cheap, and not so bad that I can't get into the dance.
"That's it." She decided decisively, so quickly that the servants were shocked: "...Look again, ma'am! Look again!"
The servant suddenly felt the dress in his hand become heavy, and hurriedly put it on the table beside him, showing other dresses: "I picked them at random, and these are more suitable!"
She admitted that she really didn't want Edith to pick out the gorgeous style, so she deliberately followed her wishes and picked a very plain one to embarrass her, but she didn't really want Edith to take such an ordinary skirt!
When Miss Turner holds her accountable, she won't be able to bear the responsibility.
"No, this is it." Edith walked to the table and observed it. Although the skirt was placed relatively deep, it had no wrinkles and did not need to be repaired again. "Can I try it on?"
The servant was about to cry, but still took Edith to the dressing room and made sure that Edith changed her clothes with the help of other servants instead of doing it herself.
The Turner family really had a lot of servants.
Edith changed her clothes obediently, lowered her head and let the fourth person hold up her hair, and walked out of the compartment with her skirt. As soon as she walked out of the door, she heard Hedda's familiar voice coming from the depths of the corridor: "How could you let her take this skirt! This is not this year's design, it's last year's design!"
"I picked it myself, why blame her?" Edith smiled and leaned out half of her body. "Are you done asking questions?"
"Yeah. I asked, but didn't say anything. I just wanted to improve the relationship between the two families for your sake." Hedda said casually, "It's been a long time since anyone has made a formal overture to the Turner family. Great-grandfather didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he was overly nervous--"
Her voice stopped abruptly when she saw Edith.
The air rushed through her throat, causing her to unconsciously make a sound similar to blowing bubbles. It took her a long time to come back to her senses: "This is it, no need to change it."
It's perfect.
She didn't know how to describe it. It wasn't something that could be simply described as beautiful or ugly, but it was just right. If she hadn't seen the dress beforehand, she would have thought it was a dress tailored by Edith herself.
Edith has a strong aura and doesn't need too many details. Her blonde hair is too bright under the light, so it's just right with matte satin, but it's easy to lose the focus with velvet.
It was as if it had grown out of her.
"What a ridiculous description." Edith complained, holding up the skirt and turning it around. "It's mainly because it doesn't have a crinoline, so it's light."
"That being said, I still prefer full skirts," Hedda said sincerely, "but this dress suits you very well."
"The only thing you need to worry about is attracting too much attention." She suddenly sighed sadly, "If you are invited to leave, I will be happy for you and sad for you, sob, sob, sob--"
Edith felt her eyebrows throbbing, and she reached out to cover her mouth: "That's enough, enough praise."
When will Hedda change her habit of exaggerating the truth?
"It's still missing a necklace. It will look better with some gemstones." Hedda broke free from Edith's hand and turned to worry about the matching of accessories. "You don't need earrings. The visual center of gravity above the neck will be mainly your eyes. Wait for me to look through it."
She enthusiastically helped Edith choose the accessories, and she herself picked out the reddest one from her newly made fitted dress without any hesitation.
The moment Edith walked out of the cloakroom and saw the blue sky, she finally felt her eyes come alive.
......
After dinner, Edith returned to the college on time, but Hedda was picked up by a carriage halfway. The driver said that her great-grandfather had woken up and asked to see Hedda.
But he did not mention Edith's name.
Hedda had no choice but to hand both dresses to Edith, got on the carriage for the return trip, and sat down beside her great-grandfather's bed with a lot of complaints.
"Great-grandfather." She still looked well-behaved and called out quietly.
Old Turner seemed to have just woken up and was a little slow to react. He turned his head and looked at the other person only after Hedda shut up.
"Hedda Turner."
This was the first time he had called Hedda by her full name since he had declared her his heir.
Hedda straightened her back instantly.
"...great-grandfather?"
The old man suddenly sat up and held Hedda's hand tightly with both hands. The force was so deep that Hedda couldn't help but gasp twice: "Great grandfather!"
She watched her hands turn white and blue, and shook them vigorously, trying to wake the old man up.
"—are you sure you can keep Edith?"
Old Turner suddenly spoke, his tone was unusually solemn, "How much! After graduation, if something happens to the Turner family, how sure are you that you can get her to help!"
Heda was stunned by the sudden roar, and after a long while he spoke cautiously, "Ten points?"
"I'm not sure. She can't ignore me, but I can't say whether she will care about the Turner family."
Old Turner calmed down a bit: "As long as you are still the heir of the Turner family, it's fine, right?"
The Giles family's show of goodwill already explains a lot.
He saw the master's behavior when he went out. He bowed to Edith, but only nodded to Hedda.
The other person was already looking at Edith at eye level, but he still treated Hedda as a child.
...You really can't compare your own children with those of other people's children.
Heda hummed, feeling a little strange: "What's wrong? Something happened to the family, do you need Edith's help?"
"No." Old Turner calmed down completely, reached out and touched Hedda's head: "It's okay."
Hedda breathed a sigh of relief.
"——I am going to let you inherit the title." Old Turner suddenly spoke.
Heda was a little confused: "What? Am I not already the heir?"
"I mean, let your father give up the position to you directly." He closed his eyes, looking extremely tired. "16 years old... this age is not impossible."
"Just Christmas."
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