Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Victor McQueen, the chief designer of M haute couture, is nearly seventy years old but still looks radiant.
As soon as Xiaoyouzi got off the plane, she made eye contact with him.
Upon seeing this, Monica quickly said, "Oh my god, it's McQueen, Little Yuzu, you've really made a name for yourself."
As they walked forward, Xiaoyouzi's gaze kept falling on him.
The weather was a bit chilly today. The elderly man in front of me was wearing a well-tailored long black cashmere trench coat with a turtleneck sweater underneath, looking like an older version of a male lead in a Korean drama.
"Hello, Mr. McQueen." Monica walked up quickly and greeted McQueen with a smile.
McQueen extended his hand: "Hello."
Little Yuzu looked at McQueen with her bright, watery eyes.
McQueen's skin has become loose with age, but you can still see the charm of his youth. His silver hair shines in the sunlight, giving him a unique appeal.
He wore a black leather glove on his left hand and a beautiful emerald on the middle finger of his right hand.
"Hello." Little Yuzu couldn't speak French, so she just learned to say hello on the spot.
She wasn't nervous at all; her eyes were full of curiosity.
McQueen twitched the corners of his lips and smiled, "Hello, you are very beautiful."
He greeted Xiaoyouzi.
Little Yuzu replied in fluent English, "Thank you, you're handsome too."
"Hahaha." McQueen laughed and nodded in satisfaction.
He looked at Monica: "Let's go to my studio first. I've already finished designing the first and second sets."
"good."
Monica told Xiaoyouzi and Qin Feng, and the three of them went to McQueen's studio together.
The car drove for an hour and finally arrived.
McQueen's studio is very large.
His assistant explained to Monica, "The first floor is the design office area for other designers, the second floor is their practical work area, and the third floor is exclusively for the boss."
The buildings here aren't very tall, at most five stories, and you can see blue skies and white clouds as far as the eye can see.
Little Yuzu looked inside through the glass window with her big eyes.
It was a dress displayed in the shop window.
The dress is entirely blue, with layers upon layers, making it look gorgeous and charming.
Below is a pair of colorful crystal shoes.
McQueen said with a smile, "This is a dreamy blue dance dress designed by my best friend."
"This is the perfect dress for a runaway princess, it's so beautiful!" Monica couldn't help but take out her phone and cautiously asked, "Can I take a picture? I saw this dress online, but the real thing is even more beautiful."
“Yes, isn’t it beautiful?” McQueen smiled as he described the design of the dress: “This Dreamy Blue Dance dress has twelve layers. It’s a court ball dress. The fabric is made of different shades of blue tulle with similar colors, and it’s adorned with 9,999 rhinestones.”
Little Yuzu nodded and sincerely praised, "So beautiful."
"Come in, I'll show you the dress I designed."
McQueen extended his hand to Little Yuzu in a gentlemanly manner: "Would you like to come with me to see it, little princess?"
Monica translated for Xiaoyouzi.
Little Yuzu blinked and gently placed her hand on McQueen's hand.
McQueen is a tall man, standing at 1.8 meters. When he stands up, the difference in height between him and Xiaoyouzi is quite obvious.
Once inside, the two saw a bustling scene.
The different designers were all busy with their own things, and the assistants were carrying various design drafts around, busy passing on documents.
After McQueen led Little Yuzu inside, people inside greeted them, and many looked at Little Yuzu with curiosity.
McQueen smiled and said, "Let's go up to the third floor."
"bite!"
The elevator doors opened, and the interior design was incredibly striking.
Little Yuzu's eyes lit up immediately: "So beautiful!"
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