She had put on make-up; her face was pale, her eyes ringed in black, their lashes thick with mascara.“About time!” It was a bright, sunshiny day, and Andie was eager to be outside. “I didn’t realize you had to do the full works, just to look round a few shops.”“I s’pose you’re going just as you are?” Prune glanced disapprovingly at Andie’s yellow granddad vest, jeans and sandals.“What’s wrong with it? Anyway, it’ll have to do. I’m not changing.”It was less than five minutes’ walk to the King’s Road, especially at the pace Prune was setting. Prune didn’t like walking, but with fashion boutiques ahead of her she was speeding along in top gear.“Are you sure they’ll let us in?” Andie panted, trotting to keep up – her legs were shorter than Prune’s.“Let us in where?”“To your King’s Road. It sounds like a sort of special club, for rich famous beautiful people. They probably don’t want dull ordinary people like us. They’ll tell us to go somewhere else.”“Don’t be daft!”
