Cindi

‘Well! Did you see her? Cindi, I mean. Where did she get that dress? And monopolising him like that. I counted two foxtrots, a twostep and ALL the waltzes. Then she runs off like that. What was she thinking? I really don’t think he did something inappropriate, Grizz, dear. Henrietta says he’s perfectly safe in taxis, you know. Mind you, no problem if he wasn’t, eh?
I couldn’t hear my mobile for the bells, Charlemagne would have Big Ben over the PA, wouldn’t he. I suppose if your birthday’s January 1st you might as well make the most of it. Trust Cindi to spoil it by running off like that. And to leave a Blahnik behind, darling, well! She has no idea of the value of things. Did you see the paper? ‘Heir’s Birthday Bash Ends in Chaos’. Some papographer got Cindi running down Sloane Street in one broken heeled shoe with her tights torn. I’m glad we didn’t let on we knew her. Shame not to be interviewed by Hello though, isn’t it dear? Anyway, I’ve just finished at Manolo’s and they’ve promised us two right-foot size 10’s exactly like Cindi’s. I think we’ll get away with it when Charlemagne gets down to us on the guest list, if we wear one each when he calls. May the best girl win! Ciao’