Skip to main content

Posts

FIRST KISS

Lottie shivered in her strapless dress as the wind whipped around her. She was cold and yet her armpits felt slick with sweat and her hands clammy. Her heart was beating out of time to the relentless thump thump thump of the music which could be heard in the distance. She slid her phone out of her clutch bag, but there were no new messages. The girls were giggling and swirling around the dance floor the last time she had seen them. She doubted they would miss her. She shivered again. Where was he? And then, as she looked up, she saw a glowing orange light which was moving towards her. She squinted into the night and couldn't see anything else, just the orange dot which got closer and closer and then disappeared altogether. "Lottie!" A male voice called out and her heart beat even faster. Before she knew it, he was standing in front of her. His bow tie was undone and his white shirt unbuttoned so the top of his chest gleamed in the moonlight. His hair was rump
Recent posts

MEANWHILE...

Eden flicked a piece of lint off her knee as she wriggled back into the low, plush, baby blue leather seat in the middle of the Blue Bar at the Berkeley Hotel.  She glimpsed at her watch, pleased to see everything was running on time.  The very slim, very beautiful waitress dressed entirely in black except for a slick of pillar-box red lipstick leaned over Eden and asked if she would like another glass of champagne.  She nodded and after the waitress left, wafting Chanel No 5, Eden surreptitiously pulled a compact from her studded clutch and examined her appearance.  Her hairdresser had done a fabulous job and her newly highlighted hair had been teased and whipped into an intricate, glamorous up-do.  Her make up, courtesy of Paolo Michaela, who did all the shows at Fashion Week, was very natural.  Creamy skin with a hint of blush and thick, glossy false eyelashes teamed with pale pink lip gloss.  Diamonds gleamed at her throat and dangled from her ears.  The champagne flute was poured

GETTING READY FOR THE BALL

"Ouch!" Lottie said as Bette's curling wand touched the back of her neck. "Sorry!" Bette concentrated on the thick mane of hair, her tongue poking out from between her teeth as she focused.  She sighed and flexed her wrist again, "Are you sure you don't want it up?" she asked. "No, I like it down otherwise I'll feel really exposed with a strapless dress," Lottie said. "Maybe that's not a bad thing," Jenny piped up from in front of the mirror where she was applying her false eyelashes.  Lottie lifted her hair up and turned from side to side, "What do you think?" "Definitely up," all her friends replied in unison. "Ok, up it is!" she grinned at Bette.  "Do you mind then?"  Bette gratefully switched off the wand, put it down and reached for a hairbrush and a pack of hairpins. "So, do you have any idea what the Blique are wearing?" she said as she twisted Lottie's h

MERIDIEN.TWEETS.MERIDIEN.TWEETS.MERIDIEN.TWEETS

@pinkpolish: Spotted: Eden in Daniel Hersheson at Harvey Nichols getting her hair done in an intricate up-do. @GGirl:  I also saw her earlier getting her lashes done at Blink @LoveTeen: I wonder what she'll be wearing?  What are YOU all wearing? @bcool: Spotted: Gorgeous Graystone boys getting treatments at Gentlemen's Tonic in Selfridges. @BB_MA: Spotted: The Blique drinking champagne at the Blue Bar in the Berkeley Hotel - all looking AMAZING @Sassychick: Is anyone at school today?!

MERIDIEN.MAGBLOG.MERIDIEN.MAGBLOG.MERIDIEN.MAGBLOG...

So this time next week we will be in our tiniest, tightest Dolce dresses dancing (and hopefully smooching) with the Graystone boys.  The great hall will be lit to show off our subtle make up beautifully applied at Mac or Shu Uemura, our hair perfectly styled at Richard Ward or Daniel Galvin.  Daddy's chauffeur will certainly be busy going back and forth from Meridien to London for those last minute fittings at Harvey Nics and maybe a sneaky pre-ball cocktail at Bar Boulud.  Non alcoholic of course! The question we all want to know, apart from who will be wearing what, is who will be dancing with whom?  Obviously Eden and Teddy are inseparable these days.  Apparently Smithy and Bambi have been texting lately (but he's not the only boy on her speedial and, by the way, what happened to Bethany's brother Mike??) Rumour has it Noah has broken up with his girlfriend from the rival girls' school we do not mention so he's back on the market.  And so is another hotty, Jami

SHOPPING

Lottie stared at herself in the mirror of the changing room and didn't like what she saw.  All the clothes she had tried on so far were hanging off her already small frame.  She glanced at the size 10 labels and realised she had gone down to a size 8, if not smaller.  She pinched the skin on her cheeks to give her face some colour; even with her olive skin she looked pale and there were dark circles under her eyes.  She was about to remove the black dress she was trying on when the curtain was whipped open and Bette stood there in a tight blue Lycra dress with her hand on her hip, chewing gum. "So?" she asked, smacking her lips loudly.  Lottie shrugged. "Not you, me?  What do you think?" Bette struck a pose again. "Hmmm, not too sure Bette, think you can do better," Lottie replied honestly.  There was a pause, "Yeah, fair enough I suppose.  Let's look at you then?  Are you alright?" "I dunno," Lottie shrugged again.  "

WHAT TO WEAR?

"What the hell am I going to wear to the ball next week?" Bette asked as she went through her wardrobe and turned all her drawers inside out with a frantic scrabbling.   Lottie sat on her bed and watched her while eating her way through a packet of Pringles. "We're so going to have to go shopping tomorrow," Bette mused as she went from the drawers back to the wardrobe and continued to flick through the clothes hanging up, the scraping of the wire hangers on the rail beginning to grate on Lottie's nerves.  She shook the Pringles at Bette to distract her.   "So, what's the deal with this ball thing?  Do you have to get really dressed up?" "Well, it's up to you, but everyone tends to go all out.  The Blique get to showcase all their new designer wear, of course." "Yeah, Eden gets frustrated that the ball always falls before fashion week as she would like to be wearing next season's stuff if possible," Jenny said