Chapter 55 (1/2)

Day and sea at the junction of a white, an orange sun slowly climbed up from the sea, and then gradually turned into a fiery golden white, as if at this time really wake up from doze.

The white building is five stories high, with a large cylinder protruding in the middle, a cuboid building on both sides, and two large cubes on the other end of the cuboid. The overall shape is roughly the same. In fact, there are only four stories on both sides, but the building in the middle has five stories, and the top floor is a beautiful prismatic spire. The building is generally white, with dark purple roof tiles and corners, similar to the Bavarian style in lorenthal's memory.

Lorraine Hill's room is on the left side of the third floor. Birds outside the window are cuckooing in the spruce trees. The white light of the sky shines through the cracks of the dark curtains. The girl is sleeping in the bed in a white nightgown. Silky hair is scattered on the pillows, blankets and white collarbones.

Since the sun slowly rose, and after a long time, the girl reluctantly opened her eyes. In fact, she woke up for a short time, but still some did not want to get up. After sleeping for a long time in the tent and carriage, she finally lay on the soft bed. A faint sense of satisfaction and happiness came from all corners of her body.

Well, get up. After all, I don't live alone, so I have to pay a little attention to my image when I want to sleep. When thinking about this, she slowly props up from the bed, shakes her head to wake up, and then draws back the curtain, the sky light illuminates the warm bedroom.

Sitting in front of the dresser, she simply took care of her hair. After tying her hair band, she remembered that it was a new bedroom, and she didn't know where her clothes were. She looked around, then opened the white wardrobe next to her, and a variety of dresses appeared in front of her eyes, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Is this for her? The problem is that she arrived yesterday, that is to say, she put it away before she entered the bedroom last night. But how do they know her figure proportion? They only showed up at the headquarters of the chamber of Commerce last night.

Lorraine Hill took out a few clothes at random and tried them on. They fit unexpectedly. They didn't look like the general style at all. Instead, they were cut according to her figure proportion.

How did they do it ahead of time? There was still a time difference. When she appeared in the headquarters, it was just late at night, and when she came back to rest, it was near the early morning, and there was a time difference of nearly five hours. Is that professional?

When I think back to the steward I met with yesterday, there were several people from the clothing workshop. Maybe they were secretly preparing. They will know when they ask about Chelsea.

Instead of thinking about these caretakers' flattering moves, she chose a white body dress, which is more in line with her aesthetic, simple with just the right light blue decoration.

There are also some Rococo style elegant long skirts in the wardrobe. The skirt is bell shaped, with arc-shaped skirt braces, layers of pattern pleats, and a train behind. This kind of dress is popular among the westerly aristocrats, but Lorraine hill is not very popular. I just feel too restrained and inconvenient. It's just like a colorful vase with exquisite decoration, that is to say, it's good-looking. I don't feel comfortable wearing it.

After a simple dressing, she pushed open the bedroom door. There are four maids waiting outside. This is the result of her request yesterday. According to the standard of Chelsea, 12 are the normal. This kind of waste of manpower makes the girl sigh a little. She doesn't need the number of people to show her identity. However, considering that she is not familiar with the situation of having someone to lead the way, she intended to leave two.

”Good morning, miss.”

The four maids bowed their heads and saluted. They were all pretty young, with towels in their hands. Then they took the maiden to the bathroom.

Breakfast is Cranberry bread and honey tea, after a simple finish, Lorraine Hill began to ask housekeeper Ceres some information.

”How is Mr. Angus' other child and his mother now?”

”Their mother and son live in a single family attic at 209 Jianlan street, Hopland. The security there is very good. Yesterday, they sent some people to protect them secretly.”

”Well, prepare a humble carriage. I'll pay a visit in secret today.”