Fairy’s Box

At night, the cool summer breeze blew the festive academy.

Charlene was walking on the road leading to the ballroom at the moment. She was wearing a long aqua green silk dress with pleated breasts, her hair was pinned behind her ears with exquisite hairpins, and she was holding a jade-white carved ivory folding fan. She looked bright and moving. A rare dress of Miss Daughter (as it should be).

Approaching the main entrance of the dance hall, you can see the brilliant lights coming from the palace-style building from a distance. After a short distance, you can already see people coming and going on a lawn, and there is a faint sound of music. .

It was a torture for her to dress like this, but this was not an ordinary high society feast, but a dance that Queen Sharan attended in person. In this case, even if the green-haired girl was reluctant, she had to dress up beautifully according to the rules and go to report.

Approaching the open vaulted door, more than a dozen young men and women in childish dresses lined up in two rows, trying to make themselves look like an artist, shaking their heads and playing the violin.

In the brightly lit hall, even the floor was dazzling. Charlene squinted and looked around. In the spacious ball hall, there were violins, violas, various orchestral instruments, and a huge white piano.

A waiter wearing a white tuxedo and a wig was standing at the door to greet the distinguished guests. Since it was a serious dance party, everyone was dressed properly and there were no fancy clothes.

Because of Raul's shield, no gentlemen came to harass Charlene after entering the hall. She glanced at the pair of men and women, feeling a little annoyed in her heart.

Other men can accompany their lovers, but Yale chose to go to the Grand Theater to perform a mime, but the culprit is Ilunzia, who is really a disgusting woman.

However, the thoughts of the two majesties of the emperor and the queen are really strange. Why do one hold a dance and the other go to the party?

She was not in the mood to think about it, so she avoided the slightly crowded crowd and led Raul to squeeze as many girls as possible, just wanting to huddle in the corner quietly to get through the dance.

"Yo, Charlene!"

A familiar voice came from behind, Charlene looked back, it was actually Luya, she was wearing a fiery red palace dress, and she was beautiful and shocking.

"Luya, don't you have an opera performance?" she asked in surprise.

"That's right." The other party tightened his brows and showed a headache: "But Queen Shalan asked me to come over by name, so I can only come..."

"What about the show?"

"I can only let someone else replace it." Luya said so, but there was a hint of happiness on her face.

With a talking companion, Raul's jack is useless. Charlene simply waved his hand to let him leave on his own, walking side by side with Luya and walking towards the corner of the ballroom.

"By the way, what type of opera are you performing?" she asked curiously.

"Singing and dancing... fairy tales..." Luya replied hesitantly, her fair face flushed a little.

"Hahaha, Cinderella at midnight?" Charlene stared at her playfully.

"..." The other party fell into a strange silence.

"No, it's really Cinderella... Your interest is very special." Charlene held back her smile, patted the other party's shoulder by the way, and said boldly:

"I kept a hardcover fairy tale book when I was a child, and I will give it to you when I get a chance."

"You can keep it for yourself. I just think the script of this story is simple and easy to rehearse. I don't like fairy tales."

Luya turned sideways angrily, picked up two glasses of red wine from a cocktail tray held by a waiter, and handed them a glass:

"Gag your mouth!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Charlene took the high-footed glass, and she lightly flashed to the side, carefully avoiding the waiter, deceived her head and said:

"Why did Queen Sharan only name you but not Yalei?"

"How do I know what Her Majesty is thinking." Luya lowered her head and took a sip of red wine, then showed an intoxicated expression: "Well, it tastes really good, this wine is..."

"Dout wine from Corsica." Charlene introduced with a smile.

"You know if you don't drink?" Luya asked strangely.

"Of course, this trivial matter can be smelled by a sniff." She raised her chin triumphantly and pointed to the tip of her nose.

"Okay...but Iluncia may have a bigger problem than me." The other party changed the conversation and said in a trance.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because of the lack of manpower, when we first discussed the party, we didn't know that His Majesty Shalan would suddenly hold a dance party. Now at least half of the students in the academy are here, and there are many people who have been invited by name."

"Like you..."

Charlene pondered for a while, and suddenly stretched out Xiu Mei, and said relaxedly, "It's alright, it doesn't matter, even Yale in the Black Seat has not been named, how can other people be named."

"The problem is not a mime in the Black Seat, but the lack of people in other teams. I think... it's very likely that the whole party will be screwed up. Ilunzia is miserable this time." Luya said gloatingly. .

"Why do I feel so happy?" Charlene's eyes turned into crooked moons.

Just as the two girls were waiting to see Ilunzia's joke, the lights and music in the hall suddenly turned, and the bright colored light spun on the clean floor. The melodious melody stopped abruptly and turned into a passionate waltz. Everything indicates the official start of the dance.

Queen Shalan, who was sitting quietly, also stood up from the throne, with a friendly smile on her face, indicating that everyone should not be restrained and have fun. However, Her Majesty the Queen did not enter the dance floor, and someone dared to hug her waist, but just sat back in the same place and quietly enjoyed the whole dance.

The two women chatted for a while, and their voices became quieter, because almost everyone began to dance, and only the two of them were still chatting in the corner, which had to be conspicuous if they didn't want to be conspicuous.

All in all, no matter who the dance partner is, they have to dance, and the green-haired girl has to target her best friend.

"Can you dance with your face, Miss Luya?"

Charlene hung the ivory fan around her waist, walked in front of her with small steps, made a beautiful curtsey, and spun back to her original place.

"It's not an honor, Miss Charlene."

Luya lifted the two sides of her skirt and leaped in front of her as if chasing her. She tapped the toes of her shoes, and under the surprised gazes of the people around her, she took the first step to hug her slender waist.

The two women kept each other's waists, scrambled to grab the action position belonging to the male dance partner, and spun gracefully and slowly on the dance floor.