She set down her glass of Dom Pérignon Rosé Vintage Coffret Gold 2000 and said “After we split up I still used to visit your mum”. She glanced down at her Christian Louboutin Pigalle’s, blushing. “I had no idea. Mum never said”. I slid my hand across the table towards her. She noticed and gently took it. Her head remained still while her eyes rolled up to meet mine. Gazing at me through her impeccably placed Lola’s Mink Lashes, she uttered, breathly, with a questioning raise of her perfectly micro bladed left eyebrow and inexplicably pouting her Carolina Herrera matte red lips “You were my first”. “As if preserved in time for eternity, She sat perfectly still. Awaiting my response “Me too”. I sighed, adding “and my last”. She smiled and then asked “Did you ever love me?” I leaned in close to her Bina Goenka 18 karet white and yellow gold adorned right ear lobe and whispered “I loved being with you. I loved being able to see in you what you could not. I loved helping you discover and nurturethe splendour and gloriousness I knew existed in you and I love seeing you now. The extravagant, confident goddess you always deserved to be” She turned to put on her full-length Fendi white mink coat. As she rose I could feel the whole room pretending not to notice how her magnificence made them feel like bowing at her Margaret Dabbs pedicures toes. I of course stood with pride knowing I may not have loved her but I loved helping her find this perfectly splendid glorious creature that now ruled this room

Just as she left I reminded her of her promise to walk in my autumn couture show next summer. With a wave she was gone. Of course she would walk. She loved me. Right?