from her.
She sighed. What did it really matter anyway? No one was going to see it, and as decisions went – well, it was hardly up there with leaving her husband and country, was it? And wasn’t everything she was doing today part of showing that she was learning to live with the consequences of her departure – showing that she was surviving, moving on, growing up, evolving?
‘Heart,’ she smiled bravely as the woman put the scissors away and reached for the warm wax. She had a pretty good idea that she was going to walk out of here looking even more stunned than when she’d walked in.
‘You never told me that was what they’d do!’ Cassie hissed as they got out of the cab and Bill rushed to open the doors for them.
‘Well, of course not,’ Kelly soothed. ‘No one would ever go if they knew. It’s like having kids or something. If you knew how bad it was beforehand . . . tch, it would be the end of the human race in fifty years.’ She paid the driver. ‘But it feels nice, doesn’t it? Clean? Thanks, Bill.’
‘No, it doesn’t,’ Cassie grumbled. ‘Thanks, Bill.’ She was still feeling violated. She thought she might be in shock. She felt like she did the morning after she’d lost her virginity to Gil – that everybody must know! ‘It makes me feel damp. I used three times more loo roll when I went to the loo. At the very least it’s bad for the environment.’
They stepped into the lift and the aroma of Thai vegetables wafting from their bags instantly filled the tiny space. Kelly looked at her, shaking her head. ‘I have never heard that argument before. And absolutely everyone I know has Brazilians.’
‘They can’t do,’ Cassie protested. The idea that there was an entire ‘movement’ of women out here, that this was the norm men were presented with, was beyond belief.
Kelly shrugged as they got to her floor and the doors opened. ‘Well, I think it’s all been worth it. You look divine. I can hardly believe you’re the same person who collapsed on a park bench this morning and mugged Henry Sallyford.’
‘I did not mug him.’
‘Are you going to try those clothes on when we get in?’ Kelly asked, opening her door. ‘I can’t wait to see that ruby dress again.’
‘It doesn’t fit.’
‘Only a little bit. And remember, it is a sample size. It’s officially teeny. But a few more days of running and you’ll be in it, no problems.’
‘It would look a whole lot better on you.’
‘Well, we can share it,’ Kelly said, a brief look of relief crossing her face as she took off her heeled boots and padded up the hallway to put on her Babygro.
Chapter Four
‘Who the hell ordered this?’ resounded the voice again. Cassie felt herself flinch and freeze. ‘I can’t work with this! I ordered Duchesse lace, not Guipure. I can’t possibly trim the fucking dress with that! I may as well use fricking carpet!’
Cassie slid her eyes – the only things she dared move – over to Kelly, who was staring solemnly at the open box of offending lace. From the look on her face, it appeared that this was a catastrophe.
There had already been a few this morning. First off, the make-up artist who was supposed to be coming in today to run through his ‘test look’ for the upcoming show had been stranded after Krakatau erupted whilst he was in Indonesia for a magazine shoot, and not only did ‘his people’ not know when he’d be able to get back, but despite Cassie having gone through the three-page-long list Kelly had hurriedly given her, every other make-up artist of international rank was now booked. Twenty minutes later, the supermodel who was supposed to be closing the show and walking out with Bebe for her lap of honour reneged on her booking ‘option’ because some photographer called Mario Testino was in town and he wanted her for his new project. Bebe had actually screamed when Cassie had relayed that message. And although the shoes had all arrived, after a
She sighed. What did it really matter anyway? No one was going to see it, and as decisions went – well, it was hardly up there with leaving her husband and country, was it? And wasn’t everything she was doing today part of showing that she was learning to live with the consequences of her departure – showing that she was surviving, moving on, growing up, evolving?
‘Heart,’ she smiled bravely as the woman put the scissors away and reached for the warm wax. She had a pretty good idea that she was going to walk out of here looking even more stunned than when she’d walked in.
‘You never told me that was what they’d do!’ Cassie hissed as they got out of the cab and Bill rushed to open the doors for them.
‘Well, of course not,’ Kelly soothed. ‘No one would ever go if they knew. It’s like having kids or something. If you knew how bad it was beforehand . . . tch, it would be the end of the human race in fifty years.’ She paid the driver. ‘But it feels nice, doesn’t it? Clean? Thanks, Bill.’
‘No, it doesn’t,’ Cassie grumbled. ‘Thanks, Bill.’ She was still feeling violated. She thought she might be in shock. She felt like she did the morning after she’d lost her virginity to Gil – that everybody must know! ‘It makes me feel damp. I used three times more loo roll when I went to the loo. At the very least it’s bad for the environment.’
They stepped into the lift and the aroma of Thai vegetables wafting from their bags instantly filled the tiny space. Kelly looked at her, shaking her head. ‘I have never heard that argument before. And absolutely everyone I know has Brazilians.’
‘They can’t do,’ Cassie protested. The idea that there was an entire ‘movement’ of women out here, that this was the norm men were presented with, was beyond belief.
Kelly shrugged as they got to her floor and the doors opened. ‘Well, I think it’s all been worth it. You look divine. I can hardly believe you’re the same person who collapsed on a park bench this morning and mugged Henry Sallyford.’
‘I did not mug him.’
‘Are you going to try those clothes on when we get in?’ Kelly asked, opening her door. ‘I can’t wait to see that ruby dress again.’
‘It doesn’t fit.’
‘Only a little bit. And remember, it is a sample size. It’s officially teeny. But a few more days of running and you’ll be in it, no problems.’
‘It would look a whole lot better on you.’
‘Well, we can share it,’ Kelly said, a brief look of relief crossing her face as she took off her heeled boots and padded up the hallway to put on her Babygro.
Chapter Four
‘Who the hell ordered this?’ resounded the voice again. Cassie felt herself flinch and freeze. ‘I can’t work with this! I ordered Duchesse lace, not Guipure. I can’t possibly trim the fucking dress with that! I may as well use fricking carpet!’
Cassie slid her eyes – the only things she dared move – over to Kelly, who was staring solemnly at the open box of offending lace. From the look on her face, it appeared that this was a catastrophe.
There had already been a few this morning. First off, the make-up artist who was supposed to be coming in today to run through his ‘test look’ for the upcoming show had been stranded after Krakatau erupted whilst he was in Indonesia for a magazine shoot, and not only did ‘his people’ not know when he’d be able to get back, but despite Cassie having gone through the three-page-long list Kelly had hurriedly given her, every other make-up artist of international rank was now booked. Twenty minutes later, the supermodel who was supposed to be closing the show and walking out with Bebe for her lap of honour reneged on her booking ‘option’ because some photographer called Mario Testino was in town and he wanted her for his new project. Bebe had actually screamed when Cassie had relayed that message. And although the shoes had all arrived, after a
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