Book1:TeDream-Maker
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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