Rose was standing beside a dark green velvet sofa, wearing a light silver floor-length dress, her waist was tight and thin, her fiery red curly hair was carefully coiled up, revealing her slender, white shoulders and neck and a pair of well-proportioned fleshy legs. arm.Her expression is calm and elegant, her figure is tall and straight, she looks neither domineering nor arrogant, but she has an innate elegance and calmness,which perfectly blends into the surrounding scenes full of the old-fashioned style of the old nineteen century.
Jack stepped forward, naturally pulled Rose to sit down, and said: "Okay, Rose, we've been on the deck for a long time, talking about today's weather and stories about me, but obviously, you didn't come to me just to talk about this, did you?"
"Mr. Dawson, I..."
"Call me Jack."
"Jack-" Rose replied with a polite smile, and then said in a sincere tone, "I want to thank you in person for everything you have done for me. Not only because you saved me at that time, It's more because you kept a secret for me afterwards,"
She tried to jump of the ship. Jack not only saved her, but also helped her keep this a secret.
Jack followed with a smile, his tone very casual: "It's nothing.'"
He just twitched the corner of his mouth a little, showing that the smile was very chic, and the posture he sat there was not particular, and he didn't even deliberately straighten his body.
Rose, by contrast, sits like any old-school English aristocrat which she was.
Her shoulders and arms are naturally relaxed, her waist, back, and neck are stretched into a tight but not tense arc, her hands are folded on her legs, her knees and ankles are brought together at the same time, and her calves are slightly inclined. Have to say, Rose looks stunningly elegant.
Gently pursing her red lips, a trace of self- mockery appeared in her eyes, and she said, "Oh, I know you must be thinking, how does this poor rich lady know the sufferings of the world "
"No." Jack shook his head with a faint smile, his voice tinged with pity, "That's not what I thought. What I thought was what happened so that she could only choose this dead end."
His clear and bright blue eyes stared at Rose with frankness and concern, soft and sincere.
Under this kind of gaze, the little self-mockery quietly disappeared, but a brand-new emotion that Rose couldn't help but want to confide gradually rose in her originally hard and cold heart.
Rose glanced back at Jack, with a bit of stubbornness in her eyes, and replied: "That's because of the world I live in, all the people around me, and the so-called rules in my life. Let me go forward " she stretched out her hand, showing the dazzlingly large diamond ring on her hand, with a very mocking tone, "but I am so powerless."
Jack grinned, looked at the ring and exaggeratedly said: "Oh my god, look at it, it's really heavy."
Rose was not amused by his witty words, but still immersed in her inner world, she continued in front of a stranger almost venting: "Five hundred invitations have been sent out, and all the famous people in Philadelphia will be there -but at this time, I felt like an outsider, standing in a huge empty room screaming and resisting, but no one paid any attention to my feelings."
She said lowering her eyes.
The pair of fine and soft long eyelashes
fluttered slightly with her movements, and two rows of obvious shadows fell on her pupils, making her pupils look melancholy and intense, like two silently weeping sapphires.
All of a sudden, that seemingly stubborn and pretty face revealed a rare inconspicuous fragility, matching the delicate atmosphere around her, making people feel a little irresistible affection.
Jack looked at her silently for three seconds, then suddenly asked: "Do you love him?"
Rose raised her head and asked
subconsciously, "What?"
Jack asked again: "Do you love him?"
Rose expression seemed to be in disbelief, she refused to answer the question, and accused, "This is too presumptuous, you shouldn't ask me that."
"This is a fairly simple question." Jack was also puzzled, and he repeated the third time strangely, "Do you love that guy or not."
Isn't this the most important and easiest question before entering into marriage? But she kept it secret.
It can also be said that even she herself did not dare to find the answer.
Rose's tone was flat, and she looked away impolitely before she said, "Yes. But, this shouldn't be something the two of us can talk about."
Jack thought it was funny, so he asked:
"Why can't you answer my question directly?"
"This is ridiculous." Ross thought he was too weird, and his repeated questioning made her unable to maintain the upbringing that a lady should have. Knowing each other, we have nothing to talk about! especially on this rather intimate subject.
Because of the barely suppressed anger, her eyes were extraordinarily bright, and the offended anger was like two clusters of flames that could not be ignored, jumping vividly and vividly in her eyes.
At this moment, Jack couldn't help being attracted by the flames in her eyes-
It made the aristocratic girl in front of her suddenly have another wonderful thing, like sea foam and seagulls flying low, and also like dark currents and vigorous wind.
Vigorous and wanton.
And, some rebelliousness that is always difficult to control.
She took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and told him with a smirk at a very fast speed: "And, you are not only rude but also self- righteous-so, I'm leaving."
However, Jack, who was accused, was not at all annoyed. He only felt that her current appearance was much more beautiful and moving than the previous restrained appearance.
He sat idly on the sofa, and even adjusted a more comfortable sitting position. He watched Rose with interest, from her little blushing cheeks to the funny appearance of her stepping back and forth..
As expected, Rose also turned around, but unexpectedly stretched out her hand like a gentleman, shook Jack's hand vigorously, and muttered a little angrily: "Jack, Mr. Jack Dawson, It's such a pleasure to meet you. The reason why l asked you out today was to thank you."
"But you scolded me." Jack smiled.
"Oh." Rose smirked at him, "You deserve it."
"Okay." Jack shrugged, very indifferent, even conniving.
"Okay." Rose imitated his tone, but added emphasis, and shrugged like him.
Jack felt that the rich lady in front of him suddenly had a real childishness-it was so cute-so he teased her and said, "Oh, aren't you leaving?"
"Oh, in fact I am." Rose turned around
immediately, but couldn't help emphasizing. "But I have to say, you are really annoying."
She seemed to have just realized that the place where they met was the deck of the first-class cabin, so she shouldn't have left.
So this lady put on the deliberately adjusted aristocratic arrogance again, and she thought she was glaring at Jack in front of her viciously, her big blue eyes were so proud and blue.
"Huh?" Jack's tone became more gentle.
"Aha " Rose smiled at him, and proudly
reminded, "This is my territory, and you should be the one to leave."
"Aha, well, who is more rude now?" Jack imitated her tone and asked deliberately.
"Oh." Rose, who has temporarily forgotten the so-called ladylike temperament, gave a short laugh. Her strong competitive spirit made her put on a complacent expression, like a kitten with its teeth and claws, cute and playful to describe.
"CUT !!"
"Nice take." James voice sounded and the take was over.
Eve and Leonardo also breathed a sign a relief. Whenever a shot is completed, everyone sighs in relief. The filming of "Titanic" has been going on for more than two months, and the crew is almost exhausted.
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P.S. Which of these two should be better for Eve to act in, "Elizabeth" or "Meet Joe Black"?