“… and which dress are you wearing?” Shane asked. “The light blue one… the Escada that you bought from Paris…” Lily said. “… ahh… well it does go nicely with the dress… alright fine… but you’re not getting any new pair of shoes anytime soon…” Shane said to her daughter who is jumping in her seat.

“Thanks mum!!… anyway I’m going to get some more fruit salad, do you want some more?” Lily looked at Shane and Ed who shake their heads no. Shane looked at her daughter go to the long table of food in the coffeehouse.

“… Ed… you have to stop her reading those magazines… I will be bankrupt by the time she’s ten if she keeps wanting Marc Jacobs shoes…” Shane said to her assistant who laughed at her. “hey don’t look at me… you’re the one who’s filling her closet with designer items… but you have to admit it… that was a really good taste right?” Ed said to Shane. “… Yeah…” Shane had to say it, thinking that her daughter has her two mother’s sense of excellent taste in clothes.

“… anyway I’ve made my decision to not go with Tresemme… I’m sticking with Redken…” Shane said to her friend.

“Really… you know you’re missing out on a really good deal…” Ed added.

“Yeah I know… I would’ve taken the deal two years ago when all I could think and do was my job… I don’t think I need more parties than what it already is…” Shane said.

“Alright… I’ll call them up and talk to them…” Ed said to Shane. “Oh and uhm, the Burberry LA rep called yesterday… they’ve got the new bag line ready… and they want you to be there for their private show… it’s only for stylist, editors, reviewers, fashion power people and such so it’ll be at their Beverly Hills store on the second floor, next Thursday… and it starts at 8.30pm…” Ed said, remembering it at the top of his head.

“Cool… anything else…” Shane asked.

“Well… there’s this lady that’s been calling me… well not her self but probably her PA… she wants you as her personal stylist… but I’ve told her like ten times that you don’t do personal styling… I think her name was Chair…Sherry… Cher… Cherrie, Cherie Jaffe… that’s it…” Ed said coolly then taking a sip of her chamomile tea.