MERIDIEN.TWEETS.MERIDIEN.TWEETS.MERIDIEN.TWEETS

@Fashgoddess:Did anyone notice Eden was the only one in detention the other day? Her and Mr Peg were like totally snogging in the bio lab...

@bcool: You are kidding? I knew she was into teachers, but Mr Peg?????

@Fashgoddess:Totally serious...i saw them with my OWN EYES

@GGirl: Well I hear Eden and Teddy have totally broken up cos he's gay

@Fashgoddess:No WAY? More likely cos she's with Mr Peg?

@bcool: Whatever. What are you guys wearing to the ball anyway?

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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

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

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

BLIQUE

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