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heels with the weight of her shopping.
“Diamonds? She has them. Horses? She has eight. Clothes? My goodness she could dress a small country. But a vacation? We all need one of them. So, I’ve decided to send you and the gang,” wink, “on a cruise to the Med for 12 days! So, more sandals, sundresses, sunglasses, swimsuits and a new Louis suitcase and we’re done.”
First thought, vacation. The Mediterranean . Sun, sand and shopping. Spanish, Italian, Greek gods. Bring it on.
Second thought, that’s going to mess up the Jason long legs party plan, “Lady Howard, we need to take a time out.”
Having filled her in, over a pot of tea (no cuppa for a Lady, don’t forget she’s hierarchy as well as ‘Gifted’), I describe Poppy’s plan for the birthday party.
“I don’t think we should do the cruise.” It's killing me to say this. “Whilst throwing someone overboard sounds tempting, I think this could work better with a pool party.” Sans the latest ‘art piece’.
“So a new frock, swimsuit and some Choo’s?”
“Only if we get to model them first?” A nod, wink and silent agreement that trying on shoes is far more fun. But I’m filing the cruise away for a later date.
"And I know the perfect caterer for the occasion too," she continues. Lady Howard’s idea of organising a party is to get someone else to sort it all out for her, which also means that it's going to be amazing. "They're a darling little company that just arranged Elton's last do."
Wow. It might even be better than amazing.
"But I'll tell them not to be so camp. They had sculptures in it that would turn the most liberal of us a deep red!"
"Not blue?" It’s out before I can stop myself, but thankfully she laughs it off.
"Do you think building a nightclub close to the pool is too much? Then we could have a foam party! I've always wondered what one of those would be like!"
Is it possible to be best friends with your best friends mum?
Chapter Fourteen
Poppy wasn’t home when I got back yesterday and she’s not in her room this morning. She’d left a note saying she had things to do in the city and that she may stay over at Adrian ’s.
I’m a little alarmed then when the doorbell rings. It’s 8:30am and I’m still in my dressing gown and my hair looks as if small animals are nesting in it.
“Who is it?” I put my mum voice on. You know when you sound posh, the ‘Ah, Hella’ voice vs. the ‘hiya’ voice?
“It’s me, open up. I have the whole day planned. Well that’s not true. I need your help. I was thinking….. why am I talking to a door?” I open the door. “Wow, do you look like that every morning?” Stefan asks.
He of course looks gorgeous. Dark blond hair, that Marky Mark physique. I’m waiting for the day when I see him on a billboard modelling Armani underwear. I can see two young girls up the street literally drooling at him. “Come on in before I scare the neighbours.” I wave to the girls and wink.
“Do you want me to drive you to the hairdresser or to the garden centre?”
“Ha ha, no lawnmower required. You’re up early, what’s up?” I enquire.
We’re seated outside in the tiny little patio area with a fresh brew.
“I was here the other day, with Poppy. I guess she’s filled you in on the party idea? So what do I buy her?”
“Oh no, not you too. I was shopping all day with Lady Howard yesterday but I didn’t buy anything. I couldn’t find anything….. Poppy-ish.” I was going to call the gang later and see if anyone had any ideas.
I look bummed but Stefan looks excited. “Well come on Alice in wonder what-happened-to-your-hair land. Go get showered and let’s head out.”
25 minutes and half a bottle of conditioner later, we’re in the car heading to Bromley. Stefan drives a Mercedes Roadster. Unfortunately and also unlikely, the weather is fabulous so the roof is off and I’m holding my hair as much as possible. It’s going to
“Diamonds? She has them. Horses? She has eight. Clothes? My goodness she could dress a small country. But a vacation? We all need one of them. So, I’ve decided to send you and the gang,” wink, “on a cruise to the Med for 12 days! So, more sandals, sundresses, sunglasses, swimsuits and a new Louis suitcase and we’re done.”
First thought, vacation. The Mediterranean . Sun, sand and shopping. Spanish, Italian, Greek gods. Bring it on.
Second thought, that’s going to mess up the Jason long legs party plan, “Lady Howard, we need to take a time out.”
Having filled her in, over a pot of tea (no cuppa for a Lady, don’t forget she’s hierarchy as well as ‘Gifted’), I describe Poppy’s plan for the birthday party.
“I don’t think we should do the cruise.” It's killing me to say this. “Whilst throwing someone overboard sounds tempting, I think this could work better with a pool party.” Sans the latest ‘art piece’.
“So a new frock, swimsuit and some Choo’s?”
“Only if we get to model them first?” A nod, wink and silent agreement that trying on shoes is far more fun. But I’m filing the cruise away for a later date.
"And I know the perfect caterer for the occasion too," she continues. Lady Howard’s idea of organising a party is to get someone else to sort it all out for her, which also means that it's going to be amazing. "They're a darling little company that just arranged Elton's last do."
Wow. It might even be better than amazing.
"But I'll tell them not to be so camp. They had sculptures in it that would turn the most liberal of us a deep red!"
"Not blue?" It’s out before I can stop myself, but thankfully she laughs it off.
"Do you think building a nightclub close to the pool is too much? Then we could have a foam party! I've always wondered what one of those would be like!"
Is it possible to be best friends with your best friends mum?
Chapter Fourteen
Poppy wasn’t home when I got back yesterday and she’s not in her room this morning. She’d left a note saying she had things to do in the city and that she may stay over at Adrian ’s.
I’m a little alarmed then when the doorbell rings. It’s 8:30am and I’m still in my dressing gown and my hair looks as if small animals are nesting in it.
“Who is it?” I put my mum voice on. You know when you sound posh, the ‘Ah, Hella’ voice vs. the ‘hiya’ voice?
“It’s me, open up. I have the whole day planned. Well that’s not true. I need your help. I was thinking….. why am I talking to a door?” I open the door. “Wow, do you look like that every morning?” Stefan asks.
He of course looks gorgeous. Dark blond hair, that Marky Mark physique. I’m waiting for the day when I see him on a billboard modelling Armani underwear. I can see two young girls up the street literally drooling at him. “Come on in before I scare the neighbours.” I wave to the girls and wink.
“Do you want me to drive you to the hairdresser or to the garden centre?”
“Ha ha, no lawnmower required. You’re up early, what’s up?” I enquire.
We’re seated outside in the tiny little patio area with a fresh brew.
“I was here the other day, with Poppy. I guess she’s filled you in on the party idea? So what do I buy her?”
“Oh no, not you too. I was shopping all day with Lady Howard yesterday but I didn’t buy anything. I couldn’t find anything….. Poppy-ish.” I was going to call the gang later and see if anyone had any ideas.
I look bummed but Stefan looks excited. “Well come on Alice in wonder what-happened-to-your-hair land. Go get showered and let’s head out.”
25 minutes and half a bottle of conditioner later, we’re in the car heading to Bromley. Stefan drives a Mercedes Roadster. Unfortunately and also unlikely, the weather is fabulous so the roof is off and I’m holding my hair as much as possible. It’s going to
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