“有一天,我会成为世界小姐。”她满怀憧憬地说。她在母亲的陪伴下,到这间堪称孟买市数一数二的布店挑选布料。她们选了多块料子,花式无法形容地美丽,价钱令人咋舌。我以为她要结婚,她露出非常标准的开口笑,好似电视上的广告。“不,下个月,我要参加选美。”而她,才17岁。“去年当选世界小姐的印度小姐尤科达,15岁就立誓参加选美。我已经晚了两年。”她的笑容极力要融化我的不可思 “One day, I will be a Miss World. ” She said with great hope. Her mother’s companion, to one of Mumbai’s largest cloth shop pick fabric. They chose a lot of material, fancy indescribably beautiful, the price staggering. I thought she was getting married, she showed a very standard smile, like the ads on television. “No, next month, I want to participate in beauty pageant. ” And she, only 17 years old. “The Indian lady Yukoda, who was elected Miss World last year, vowed to attend the beauty pageant at the age of 15. I was two years late.” Her smile struggled to melt my incredible