It would bring in some necessary new business and force our competitors to sit up and start seeing us as real opponents. No pressure then. The long mirror on the back of the hotel room door tells me I look professional yet stylish. I’m pleased with my appearance - I’d only had an hour to get ready after practically throwing a naked Sebastian out into the corridor that joined our rooms. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms and I’d slept like the dead awakening to Seb’s movements in the bathroom. Thank goodness he’d got up or I’d have been late for the launch. I smooth down my pencil skirt, hands skimming the heavily beaded fabric. It was a striking soft pewter-beige toned, two-piece from Dolly’s Boutique, and gifted to me by Suzie, with a cap-sleeved top that ended mid-section and a slim fitted skirt to the knee. At the edge of each cuff and hem, was a 3inch trim of transparent metallic gauze in a champagne shade; this worked particularly well at my midriff, where you were given a cheeky glimpse of skin. Encrusted with hundreds of pearls and small metallic jewels, the end result was likened to chain-mail armour - it really was unusual and I silently thank my sister for her excellent taste.
