Chapter 258: Noble Family Etiquette

Saturday’s party didn’t begin until later on in the evening, but Eddie got up early and was busy all day. First SPA, skincare, hair maintenance, and so on. It was a long process that probably wouldn’t be finished until later on in the afternoon.

The makeup artist knew the importance of this event and wanted to make sure Eddie looked perfect. It took two hours to do her makeup, and then she immediately started getting her hair done. When everything was finally done, Eddie thought she could relax, but then the stylist said, "To make sure the dress doesn’t wrinkle when you sit down, you should straighten up and level the dress out. Please don’t sit at all."

Eddie had to sit straight and wait for Stuart to pick her up. When Stuart walked into the beauty parlor, his face lit up when he saw her. Stuart was very tall with long legs. He paid close attention to the maintenance of his body and was very fit.

Stuart’s clothes were picked from the standard European and American men’s model clothes shelf. Today he was wearing a suit with the same color of the pure white handmade dress and looking more and more handsome. He rarely wore a light suit, presumably to match Eddie’s clothing, he chose to make a big difference in temperament.

Eddie couldn’t help laughing at him, "Wow, it’s Prince Charming who came to pick me up."

Stuart raised an eyebrow, and with his usual cold, indifferent eyes, he looked at her and said, "Then my princess, are you ready?"

Eddie stood up slowly and took Stuart’s arm.

"I am ready, my Prince."

This centennial celebration was one of the most massive banquets held by the Dior brand over recent years, so the brand attached great importance to it. The banquet address was chosen in a century-old castle on the outskirts of the city. It covered an active and wide area. It was an amazing place to have a cocktail party.

However, the property right of the castle had already been bought by the L.N. Group. So this banquet, though it was in celebration of Dior, was actually hosted by Stuart. Eddie had already felt the magnetic field of the upper class before she got off the car. Dior, the centennial celebration of luxury, was not the same as the last charity party.

It was the real aristocracy and influential people who were invited here. Eddie had never dreamt that one day she would be able to get in and out of such a place. Then Eddie thought about what Stuart said last time that she would soon be going to see his mother in Europe.

Eddie began to feel the palms of her hands sweating as her nervousness grew as they came closer. She swallowed a lump in her throat and asked, "Will there be any reporters there?"

"Don’t worry! There will not be any entertainment reporters there at an event such as this. All the journalists who are here are because they had an invitation. Most of them are financial reporters, so really don’t worry about it. When they have finished their report, they will check with the Dior staff before it is published. They will definitely not be writing about any gossip," Stuart’s calm voice assured her that everything would be okay.

Eddie was really scared by the Paparazzi of Showbiz. She knew the paparazzi hound celebrities to get the best shot or to get the celebrities at their worst. Subconsciously, Eddie always thought that all journalists were like that.

"They have no professional ethics. I always thought that people from the upper-class were so concerned about their personal image. So, why would they even allow journalists to attend this event and be able to write freely?"

Eddie figured there was no point in worrying about it and breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the car stopped, there was a doorman on both sides of the door. They opened the doors for Stuart and Eddie.

Eddie thanked them and walked beside Stuart’s as he held her hand, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

Eddie was lost for a moment in the sensations of his warm hand clasping hers, and then she said, "It makes me feel secure in knowing you’re here, and I can depend on you."

Suddenly Eddie’s heartbeat a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs and uncontrollable.

"Stuart, I don’t know what’s wrong? What if I am afraid of that?" Eddie had to say it.

"If I do or say something wrong, please remind me," Eddie whispered.

Whatever the reason, when she entered a world that didn’t belong to her, she always tried to fit in. There may be a lot of aristocratic etiquettes she didn’t know or see, but she didn’t want to humiliate Stuart.

"Don’t worry. It’s the castle of the L.N. Group. You’re the hostess of the party."

"But," Eddie subconsciously wanted to say something. Stuart suddenly reached around her waist and hugged her in his arms, "You should care about your husband’s opinion, not those who you don’t know."

Stuart’s warm breath on her cheek and the smell of cologne made Eddie feel a little at ease, but she was still worried she might do something wrong.

"Stuart, I am afraid that I might embarrass you."

"No, you won’t."

Stuart said to her in a low voice as they walked into the castle, "Do you know how the aristocratic etiquette of Europe formed?"

Eddie shook her head, "No, I don’t know."

"She was a civilian who had not seen a real aristocrat in the last two decades and how could she have the heart to understand the evolution of the aristocratic etiquette. In the beginning, the aristocrats lived the same life as ordinary people; the aristocracy imposed some rules to isolate the ordinary people from themselves to show their special character. Such as eating different dishes, using different silverware, having to carry a handkerchief, the bath must have bubbles, and so on."

"Later, with the improvement of the material life of the common people. Many things that the noble could do, the common people also could do. It no longer showed the particularity of the noble, so the noble etiquette had become more and more complicated and trivial. Watch the steps."

Eddie was so mesmerized that she wasn’t watching where she was going and was reminded by Stuart.

"And then?"

It was the first time she had heard a real nobleman tell her about the aristocracy.

"I just want to tell you that the aristocrats are not so aloof, they are as vain and proud as ordinary people. All that the aristocratic etiquette left behind was not out of practical necessity, but a symbol of their pride."

Eddie wept, and she finally understood what Stuart was trying to tell her.

"So, even if you have to face the so-called upper class for a while, you don’t need to be nervous. The more they put on airs, the more guilty they are."

"To me, you are the real aristocrat," Stuart looked down at her with a gentle look. Eddie’s heart was full of emotion. Stuart, who had always been apathetic, now spoke with so much meaning.

There was only one central idea, that was, to keep Eddie from the psychological burden. She was able to get such love and care from a man. Eddie smiled and nodded in satisfaction, "Well, I see. I’m not afraid of any noble family!"