Kate and I were on the same course and she was such a sweet girl. I was rather touched that she’d invited me to her birthday. At the bar, I found Kate and was enveloped in a Gucci-scented hug and handed her a little card and gift bag from Neal’s Yard. She loved all those little aromatherapy potions and lotions so I’d bought her a few. She kissed me in thanks and linked arms with me to take me to the bar. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she yelled over the music. “I thought no one would come since it’s midweek.” “I wouldn’t miss your birthday!” I answered honestly. “Do you want a drink?” “Of course!” I bought us both a Cosmopolitan each and we were just toasting to her when Pierce came over and kissed Kate hello. My stomach dissolved in complete fear and I started looking for all the exits, and worse, for West to storm in and scream, “Who the fuck is Ben?” “When did you get here?” Kate gasped, and squealed in joy as he gave her a gift bag, the Selfridges patent yellow unmistakable.
