Book1:TeDream-Maker
书迷正在阅读：剑货商店 , 病娇完全生存指南［西幻］ , 烽火（父女，高H，民国） , 囚隐合集 , [互攻]金钱关系 , 日日就大了 , 《转生普莉玛维拉後，我成了病娇花园的唯一指挥官》 , 殿春风 , 【YGOdm】表all/表城-闪闪发光的星 , 炮灰小可怜虐渣指南 , 男保姆（美强双性） , 渎相
tyleaymadewhatevershemodeledtheheightoffashion.Hersociallifetoowasdiverseandcolorful．Surroundedbycelebrities，industrialtysandotherelitesofsociety，shelivedthelifeoftheridthefamous，makingheadlineswherevershewent．Buthavinglivedamongthemforsolong,sheknewonlytoowellhowshallowherfameandsuccessreallywas.Shemaybepopurandrich，buttothemshewasonlyabeautifulpythingtobepampered,toyedwithandultimatelytossedaway．Herpicturesmaybeonthecoversoffashionableaigiousmagazines，buttothemanysex-hungrymales，itwastheobjeasturbation，asacrilegetoherbeautyandherdignity．Realizingthatherfameaigewouldstonlyaslongasheryouthaydid，Samanthaendedhercareerabruptlyattheheightofherfame,leavingbehindamemlitteringgmour．SheretreatedwithDimitritotheKingdomofDreams，topursuehercreativetalentsindesigning．Shekhatonlybydoingso，couldsheprolongherfameandabilities．Here，shefoundmeaninginlifeandapleasant，fortableenviroopursueheriswithouthavingtoworryaboutgrowingoldandbeingoutoffashion．Dimitri’sface，alwayssentleandsympathetic，appearedbeforehereyes．Shehadneverseenhimangry，thoughhehadanauthoritativeairofirresistibleattra．Now，Samantha’spetuntexpressiooasmile．Inspiteofthelonelinessandennuiwhichpeevedher，shecouldfivehimhislongabsences．ShelovedhimjustforbeingDimitri． Attheheightofherpopurity，Samanthawassoughtafterbyeveryone．Courteousgentlemeninexpesviedtobeherescort，butbeheirpolishedexteriorswereulteriormotiveswhichthesewolvesinskiohide．Fashionablediestookprideinbeingonafirst-namebasiswithher,butthatwasonlyfortheirownvanityandego.Fromtimetotime,shesawintheerofhereye,thefigureofahoboinanolive-coloredsafarihat，well-worndarkbrownthreequartercoat，short,loose,ill-fittingtrousersandarmybootswithnosocks．Heemptedtogetnearher，alwayshatadistaharoseinhishand．Hiseyeswerefullofadorationandheseemedtowanttopresenttherosetoher，butdidnotdosooutofadeepinferiorityplex．AtfirstSamanthascoffedathim，thinking"Howdareahobolikeyouthinkofgettingnearme?"Butastimewentby,shegotusedtoseeingthefamiliarfigure,whichbyhisveryreticepiquedhercuriosity，andgraduallyhadaninprehensibleaffeforhim．Shefoundherselflookingforhiminthecrowd．Oernoon，shesucceededinshakingoffthecrowdofpeoplethatusuallysurroundedherandquietlyslippedoutafterthefashionshow，intendingtotalktothe"hobo"．Shewasdisappoiofindhewasobeseen．Undaunted，shegotintohersilververtibleanddrovearoundthenearbystreetslookingforhim．TheParisstreetswerelovelyinApril，withflowersbloomingeverywhere．Finally,shesawhimiaingaloneonabench,talkingearlytotheroseinhishand，saying， "Howesuchabeautiful，delicateflowerlikeyoucouldgrowfromthedirtysoil?Thisisanamazingmiracle..."Obliviousofthecuriouseyesofpassersby,hedidnotevennoticehercarstopinfrontofhim,untimelodiousvoicebrokeintohisreverie， "Wouldyougivethatrosetome?Iwouldbegdtohaveit.”Dimitrilookedupandsawthewomanofhisdreamssmilingathim．Theireyesmetandtheysmiledateachotherinunspokeanding． Olive-coloredsafarihat，well-worndarkbrownthree-quartercoat，short,loose,ill-fittingbcktrousers，andarmybootswithnosocks...Butwhatanoblesoultheseraggedclothes