The manicurist closed the shop for me and stayed an hour late. Darling, everything I touch tonight is going to remember these nails.
The manicurist closed the shop for me and stayed an hour late. Darling, everything I touch tonight is going to remember these nails.
His apartment, his fire escape, his cigarette — and I look like I own all three. Darling, I'll go back inside when I'm good and ready.
Second round started without me — I'm still in the suite and I haven't looked at the court once. Darling, the only match worth watching is the one you're staring at right now.
The atelier closed an hour ago and I'm still standing on this platform naked while the designer keeps finding reasons to re-pin the same seam. Darling, we both know he's not fixing anything.
Monday is when the weekend's damage catches up — I've been undressed for an hour and still haven't put away a single bag. Darling, the only thing still on me cost more than your car.
Still in last night's dress at a sidewalk table, ordering champagne before the espresso arrives. Darling, sit down only if you can keep up.
The whole amphitheater came for the jazz and nobody's listening. Darling, the saxophone player just missed his cue — and I haven't even started yet.
The Galliano retrospective at the Met and I'm wearing less than any mannequin in here. Darling, the docent keeps finding reasons to walk past — at least pretend you're here for the art.
The spa gave me the private steam suite and told the staff to vanish until I ring. Darling, I'm the only thing in here hotter than the steam.
The designer wants me in his bikini by nine — I told him I'd try it on when he earns the right to watch. Darling, the mirror agrees I don't need it.