Chapter 777 Hermione's Difficulty in Making a Choice
Manchester,
The Grangers.
Hermione walked downstairs with two big dark circles under her eyes.
She couldn't sleep because she was too excited. She didn't feel sleepy even after counting tens of thousands of sheep.
It's 7: in the morning and there are more than two hours to prepare.
She hurriedly finished washing up, then went to the dining table to quickly eat breakfast, and then trotted back to her room upstairs.
Chris and Jane were simply stunned.
Their daughter had never been so nervous since she was a child, not even when participating in competitions.
The two of them ate breakfast leisurely, and time soon came to 8:.
"Hermione, we're back to the clinic."
"Okay, Mom and Dad."
She didn't even have time to go downstairs to see them off, and no one knew what she was busy with in the room.
It’s the first date, Jane understands.
Chris could guess that she was either putting on makeup or struggling with what to wear.
Fortunately, I bought a lot of new clothes that fit me when I was shopping yesterday, and even if I'm not satisfied, I can use magic to modify them.
Not long after the Grangers' red sedan drove out of the community, a speeding royal blue Bugatti EB110 slowed down and slowly drove in.
Vincent in the car was wearing sunglasses, a white shirt, and a thin red and black plaid shirt over it.
The pants were black like yesterday, but the shoes on his feet were changed to relatively comfortable brogues.
He bought this set of clothes at the Adele Shopping Center in the city when he first arrived.
There was also a bunch of beautifully wrapped white tulips on the passenger seat, which were obviously carefully selected.
Ten minutes later, the royal blue Bugatti EB110 stopped on the side of the road outside Granger's house.
Vincent in the car looked down at his watch.
It's only 9:05 now, it's a bit too early.
Just as he was wondering how long to wait, Hermione on the second floor of the house seemed to catch a glimpse of something through the gap in the curtains.
She put down the cosmetics in her hand, went to the window and looked towards the road.
Bugatti's fastest production sports car is now officially on sale, but it is estimated that only one person in the UK would drive it to this remote community.
So early?
Hermione quickly turned around to look at the clothes covering the entire bed.
She hadn't decided what to wear yet, and she had just covered her dark circles with makeup.
Time was running out, so she leaned over, opened the drawer of the white desk by the window, and took out the missing wand.
Gently wave the cosmetics on the dressing table, and they float up one by one in a very regular pattern.
They flew towards Hermione as she walked to the bed, automatically applying makeup to her face.
But no matter how convenient magic is, it can't help her choose clothes to match her makeup.
My roommate Lavender once said that the ideal choice for a girl on a first date is always a skirt.
And it has to be a style that can attract the other person's attention as much as possible, and it can't be too grand.
Hermione fixed her eyes on a pleated skirt lying beside the bed.
No, it's too short and will make her look frivolous.
The long white dress in the middle of the bed?
A bit too long and too plain.
She had finally gotten rid of her nerdy image, and she didn't want to wear such boring clothes in front of her boyfriend.
It’s not good to be too open, nor is it good to be too conservative.
Just above the knee is ok, right?
Printed dresses are out, beige high-waisted straight skirts are out, white fishtail skirts are out, light blue suspender skirts are out, pink puffy skirts are out...
Hermione's eyes finally stopped on a black tulle skirt.
The length is just to the knee and it is an A-line shape, which is not a style she often wears.
The skirt is done, but there is still the top.
It's summer now, so long sleeves are out.
"Black and white combination..." She muttered to herself as she walked to the open wardrobe.
"Shirt..." She took out a white sleeveless chiffon shirt, then waved the wand in her hand to turn the entire cabinet door into a mirror.
Hermione took off her white spotted nightgown and changed into the shirt and skirt she had chosen in front of the mirror.
perfect!
The gauze skirt can cover the curves of her lower body vaguely, and the exposed shoulders of the sleeveless shirt are not too conservative, making her look particularly elegant and decent.
She waved the wand again, and an air brush from the dressing table flew over to fix her hair.
The already fluffy long brown hair was combed up in clumps, and when let down, it formed a particularly natural wave.
The side-parted French waves match her clothes very well.
Next is the choice of shoes.
Vincent is nearly 190cm tall, and if he wants to reduce the height difference of almost 20cm, he has to give up flat shoes.
Fortunately, she listened to her mother's advice when she was shopping yesterday and bought a few more pairs of high heels of different styles.
It turned out to be right to listen to my mother, but I didn’t expect that they would come in handy so soon.
Hermione hurried downstairs and came to the shoe cabinet in the entrance.
Pointed high heels are too common, wedge heels don't match clothes, not to mention thick soles.
Strapless sandals? Or strappy stilettos?
Both pairs are black and are perfect for matching.
She looked back at the clock hanging on the living room wall.
It's already 9:40, there's no time to be picky.
She bent down, took off her slippers, and put on one of each pair of shoes.
Her already slender legs look even slimmer when wearing sandals, but unfortunately she is not used to them yet and always feels that they are a bit tight on her toes, so she can only choose the ones with straps.
She returned to the room carrying her shoes and carefully looked at the bottles of perfume on the dressing table.
Don’t choose something too pungent; the refreshing orange flavor is the best choice.
She put on her high heels in front of the mirror that was her closet door, then crossed her satin straps.
The clothes are done, the makeup is done, the hairstyle is done.
Hermione turned slightly in front of the mirror, a satisfied smile on her face.
She waved her wand and put the clothes on the bed neatly back into the closet, then went to the dressing table and picked out some makeup touch-ups and lipsticks and put them in her small white shoulder bag.
She went out on time at 10 o'clock and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road nervously.
Vincent took off his sunglasses and got out of the car, holding the tulips he had carefully selected in his hands.
The closer Hermione got, the more surprised he looked.
"Remember, there are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women..."
He forgot where he heard it in his previous life, but he now completely agreed with it.
In her first year, Hermione perfectly fit the stereotypical image of a nerd. She improved a lot after she started paying attention to her appearance in her second year. The few years they spent together in their third year often made him feel brightened.
But those images are all in school, and no matter how pretty they are, they are still little girls.
Now Hermione, who was standing cautiously in front of Vincent, had only the reserve of a little girl left. Both her dress and temperament were enough to be described as stunning.
"You look beautiful today." He handed over the tulips in his arms, "I should have prepared a bouquet of flowers that would be more suitable."
A sweet smile appeared on Hermione's face. She hugged the tulips he had carefully selected tightly and lowered her head to smell the fragrant scent of the flowers.
Tulips symbolize wisdom and talent and are considered a noble flower.
White tulips represent pure love and are a perfect match for their current relationship.
"I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"
Vincent shook his head subconsciously, "No, I arrived early."
He turned sideways, opened the passenger door, extended his hand toward her in a very gentlemanly manner, and placed his other hand on the roof of the car in a very considerate manner.
"Come on up, our first date is about to begin."
Hermione took his hand and got into the car very ladylike.
Her nervousness completely disappeared, replaced by excitement and anticipation that kept her awake all night.
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