Yes, she had definitely gone. She was going to check in at the Paramount tonight, and would find a furnished apartment from there. Felicity tapped the crisp paper, against her bronzed skin. Excitement zipped through her veins. Humming a little tune, to herself, she sauntered into her master bathroom and started to prepare herself for the day ahead. ° As Felicity washed her golden hair with. the rich jasmine-scented conditioner they made up for her specially at Frederick Fekkai, she found it easy to convince herself that she was doing Diana a favour. Ernie Foxton would never change and if Diana was that bothered about a little fucking, a little standard extracurricular activity, well - he wasn’t the right man for her. You needed to be open about new things. Diana could stand to lose a few pounds,, and fit in with the New York crowd. Felicity stepped out of the shower and blasted her hair with her sleek professional dryer, mentally rehearsing her wardrobe and make-up choices for the important day ahead.
