Chapter 26 third chapter

"Book? What book?" Debbie interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from the table and rubbed my eyes.Are you too tired recently?I felt as if I fell asleep for a little while. "I'm asking you, what book?" Debbie was impatient. "Did I mention books?" I looked around.Debbie and I are sitting in the kitchen of our student apartment.The warm sunlight shines on the floor through the lattice windows, casting square spots of light. The metal tableware by the sink is shiny, and a few transparent drops of water hang on the clean white porcelain plates.Looking up and seeing the blue sky outside the window, it gave me an illusion, is this really London?Because the weather seems surprisingly good lately.There is no cloud or wind in the sky, and the sun shines every day, just like a holiday island in Spain or southern Italy.

Everything is too good to be true. "Miss, you must be demented." Debbie taunted me unceremoniously, "I just said to try on the wedding dress this afternoon, but you said you were going to pick up a book." Oh yes, a book.I remembered that I signed a book for Alex this morning.That jerk went to the beauty salon early in the morning to get his face done, and I opened the door for the postman. That book was Alexander McQueen's tailoring.Alex has always been a crazy fan of fashion.But having said that, it seems that all gays are like this.I don't want to discuss any attire issues with him because it's completely self-defeating.As a roommate who can't see up and down, Alex has always dismissed the dark and dark wardrobe in my room.It was full of cheap stuff from Camden Market, all kinds of black.But recently I seem to have come to my senses. For example, today I wore a Jack Wills floral dress that is popular this season. Although it is still matched with a black short coat and boots, I finally have a little color on my body. .

"McQueen? The designer who died last year?" I was flipping through a book on the dining table, and Debbie leaned over. "Well, I really like his style." "Because they are all little skulls?" Debbie hit the nail on the head. "Maybe," I rolled her eyes, "and gorgeous and goth." "You don't want to wear his haute couture at the wedding, do you?" Debbie's eyes widened. "How much will it cost?" "Look and you won't die." I shrugged. But seriously, when I stare at the dazzling gowns and dresses in the catalog, the first word that comes to mind is gorgeous death.The skinny black-skinned model has high cheekbones, a waist so slender that it seems to be broken, snakeskin texture that shines with a fatal metallic brilliance, and black swan feathers that flutter and shake, all of which outline a The gorgeous and psychedelic realm of heaven and man.There satan smiles on the field of roses, a power that no words can describe but glorious death.

Perhaps because of this, the talented McQueen would choose to commit suicide.Although the newspapers said that he was deeply in debt and could not bear the successive losses of relatives and friends.But maybe he was inspired by heaven to go to hell to design gowns for the devils, to revel in another world beyond the silver horizon - who knows?Anyway, those black lace and feathers, and dangerously cold metal heels, did make me a lot more comfortable than the bland white ruffles and tutu skirts, and ivory satin pumps. But as Debbie keeps reminding me, I can't afford a haute couture piece worth tens of thousands of pounds.It's better to be realistic.I sighed, and reluctantly put down the album in my hand.Then suddenly grabbed it again.Because at the moment when the pages of the book were closed, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a pure black skirt inside.Yeah, I shouldn't have been surprised because more than half of the dresses in the book are black.But this one seemed to be different, and it caught my eye at the last moment.

I turned to that page and spread out the huge and heavy album on the table, for fear of missing a little detail. This skirt is not all black. If you look carefully, the upper body is lined with a layer of nude-colored gauze, and the black lace is woven with shiny silk threads, which are embroidered with indescribable patterns; the hem is black that drags the floor. Tassels, covered with feathers and sparkling little gemstones, make the whole dress sparkle like a night sky full of stars.But what shocked me was not the sheer beauty of the dress itself, but—hell, I seemed to have seen this dress somewhere.

It's like the picture of the Hall of Mirrors in the Palace of Versailles that I saw in the movie, no, it's even more brilliant than that, as beautiful as heaven.Right in the center of that extravagant banquet hall, there is a huge full-length mirror carved with gold and silver.The pale girl was alone in the mirror, and the black dress was on her. On one side of the mirror, there are carnival crowds. Everyone is dressed in the same luxurious and gorgeous manner, wearing polite and enthusiastic masks, toasting each other, inviting dancers and chatting; but on the other side of the mirror, she is the only one. shadow.Alone, facing the entire cold and empty banquet hall, the noisy guests around him disappeared.

I will never forget her loneliness at that moment. When I close my eyes, I seem to be able to see myself standing in front of that mirror again, looking at the girl in the mirror in panic, seeing the longing and sadness in her orange pupils that cannot be resolved.It's like an eternal nightmare. But is it really just a dream?I stared at the album in front of me.In any case, I cannot afford such a dress.But I did dream that I was wearing it and standing in front of a mirror.Standing in the middle of that resplendent hall, waiting for the black-masked stranger in the crowd to invite me off the dance floor on Halloween night.

I have been looking for him. I have searched for six hundred years. "If you don't like that one, how about this one?" I withdrew my thoughts and stared at the girl in the mirror.A champagne-colored satin dress was tightly wrapped around her body, and the floor-sweeping skirt spread out under her feet. The texture of the fabric shone in seven colors under the lamp, just like the beautiful fishtail of a mermaid princess covered with colorful scales. My head hurts again.I remember just now being in the kitchen of my student apartment, flipping through Alex's fashion book with Debbie.Debbie mentioned trying on wedding dresses and we were already in the bridal shop.It was a little too fast.Did we come by subway?seems like it.But it also seemed to be a bus—anyway, as usual, I can't remember.I figured I should go see a doctor, get some vitamins, some forgetfulness pills or something.After all, I'm getting married in a week.I don't want to miss my wedding date.

"You don't like this one either?" Seeing my expression, Debbie frowned, "Little ancestor, why are you so difficult to serve? We have been to no less than ten bridal shops this month and tried more than a hundred pieces It's the wedding dress! In the end, you are not satisfied with every piece!" I shrugged and asked the clerk to unzip my back.When she turned back to hang up the clothes, Debbie came up to me and said in a low voice, "Please, this is the last store, the designer is Alex's friend, we agreed to give us half price .I advise you to just pick one here, at least it’s cheap!" She winked at me.

Maybe it was Debbie's sense of reality that finally infected me, or maybe I was too embarrassed to waste my time and others' time, so I pointed to a long dress on a hanger by the wall and said, "That's it. " "That one is black!" Not only Debbie, but even the intern clerk had a look of surprise on his face. "You're getting married, miss, and not going to a funeral!" Debbie muttered disapprovingly when the clerk finally brought me the dress. A plain black dress with no feathers or jewels, nothing like the wedding dresses I've been trying on these days, and a world away from the couture dress of my dreams.But when I put it on, the shoulder width, chest, waist circumference and skirt length all fit perfectly, like a wedding dress tailored just for me.Except, of course, that it's black.

"I think this one looks good." Debbie and the clerk looked at each other, and I looked at the girl with orange pupils in the mirror, with a smile on my lips.