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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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

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

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

BLIQUE

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