- "Would this dance?" .
was him, the young count, talk to her.
- "Sure, I'd be honored, thank you ..." she says, softly, almost intimidated by the imposing figure of the man that lies ahead.
- "Well, then let's go" .
takes her hand and together they head toward the center of the room, among many other couples dancing, there like them, dressed up in elegant clothes, as it should be people of high society who, in fact, are. The
to laugh, thinking about it.
To think that this, after all, is nothing more than a side dish.
The real life of the nobles like them to a marchioness as she, or a count as the young man who has just invited to dance is very different, made up of moments sometimes boring, so you are forced to wonder what makes so rich and different your life.
And dances like this are just the icing on the cake is just a small, impromptu moments that take advantage of the nobles to show off, to give vent to their obsession with secret look a certain way, to highlight opulence that normally tedious in everyday life, made of meetings and receptions, has not many opportunities to get to the light.
Yet despite this, for these noble feasts are only a rough, unpleasant effort.
what should be seen by them as an opportunity to play, they find some 'fun in a life that provide nothing more than pressing commitments and essential (for subtle questions of etiquette), becomes, instead, paradoxically only one way to see once again exhibited those traits of the nobility who have so much weight during official events.
- "We really wanted this dance" , while he confides, transported by the notes of a waltz to the music of Mozart, they are close enough that they can not do anything but look into her eyes.
- "How come?" , is its application.
- "Because now, finally, on this dreary evening, I have the opportunity to look at her straight in the eye, and so I can savor, like one of those forbidden fruits that come from distant areas of the east, all the exotic shades ".
- " Aha! ", she responds with laughter.
" She is truly a gallant man, Count, but what say, oddly, makes me laugh a lot ... ".
- "Why do you say this, my beautiful dream of spring?" , ask him, not hiding a surprise to those words with which she seemed to mitigate the effect of poetry with which he hoped to hit.
- "She's a real flatterer" , she continues, this time more genuinely moved, "but I think that your words on the fruit in the East, on my exotic beauty, certainly could adapt to my figure if I were really a women from those geographic areas, and in case it is also noticeable, in my eyes, in my ways, some features typical of those women, because it was not even real facial features ... but told me that what you are European ... ".
- "witty reflection , he begins, which is pleasantly surprised by the words that you used to build his speech, " but it would be very unfair to me, if you think that I limit my review in its comparisons of such superficial considerations.
In fact, I speak in these terms because I felt immediately, since the first time when I grabbed her hand to lead in this dance, in her curious essence, and I realized that this essence comes from its smell, and since I am a man who has traveled extensively (and, indeed, our noble conditions lead us continually from one part of the world), I did not take long to realize that that essence is something that she wears the most distantly European imaginable, but there is, in this pleasant smell, the mystery and sophistication of the culture of the firm and secure ... ".
you remain staring at him for a moment, surprised.
Very true.
While preparing to meet this evening in the company of many other noble like her, she found, at one point, thinking about the scent to be used.
Recalling the words of his mother, who always warns about the need to choose the proper scent for every occasion, for it was good to make that smell was as much as possible in keeping with the theme of every evening in which was intended to bind themselves, had thought carefully about what to choose.
Then, the eye had fallen on a bottle of perfume that India had been won, not long before by a distant cousin, a day that had come to visit her in his luxurious villa in the city, and was temporarily in town for a break from his frequent trips to those distant lands, and still largely unknown.
And he, the Count, he guessed.
He understood that it is put on the scent of the Far East.
is amazing.
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