‘You did not!’ Skylar screeched with laughter.
‘I did. Why is it that whenever I go through that door, someone is in there?’
‘I can’t believe you hid under the table. You should have just explained the situation and excused yourself.’
‘And look like a complete and utter loser? I bet none of your friends ever get grounded.’
‘None of us ever attacked a prince.’
‘I didn’t attack him, I just hid in his wardrobe. There’s a big difference.’
Skylar giggled before letting out a happy sigh. ‘Isn’t this the dream right now?’
I had to agree that it wasn’t a bad night in. Skylar had put in a request with Audrey that I join her for a pampering evening, after she’d spent almost all week running around fashion shows in high heels in between her gigs. Apparently, London Fashion Week was no joke.
Skylar’s PA had pretty much set up our own private spa in her room, complete with beauticians ready to give us manicures, pedicures, face masks and head massages. I’d been given a dressing gown and some kind of disgusting healthy green smoothie as soon as I’d walked through the door. I’d ditched the smoothie, but gladly hopped up on to the big reclining leather chair in my fluffy white gown.
I’m not sure if either the beauticians or Skylar had been expecting me to bring Fritz, but he was being particularly needy that afternoon, so I didn’t have the heart to leave him alone in his basket. I made sure he came prepared for a pampering session, popping him in his own personal dressing gown, which he’d been given by the owner of a Covent Garden spa. The gown even had his name in gold stitching along the back and was perfect for cold winter evenings.
Skylar and her team had gone crazy when I arrived with him under my arm and they all fussed him so much that it got to his head – he ran into Skylar’s bedroom and attempted to jump up on her bed, no doubt thinking he had been upgraded and that this was now his room. Unfortunately, his little legs couldn’t quite scale the bed and he was left scrambling on the side of the sheets until Skylar picked him up and let him settle down on her lap for a nap. But not before we got a brilliant Instagram snap of him with his front paws in the foot massager.
‘Do you do this kind of thing often?’ I asked, picking a maroon nail polish from the selection Danielle, the beautician, was holding.
‘Sadly not,’ Skylar replied, stroking Fritz’s head absentmindedly. ‘I don’t have the time. But, trust me, it’s essential during Fashion Week. No end of cameras, no end of new shoes. My feet are so blistered, they’re falling off.’
‘I’m so jealous.’
‘Of the blisters?’
‘Yes, I’m jealous of the blisters,’ I said sarcastically, as she sipped her smoothie. ‘No, of you going to Fashion Week. It must be amazing to see it all.’
‘You’ve never been? I’m surprised.’
‘Why?’ I asked, watching my nails being filed down to perfect curves.
‘Because you’re Flick Royale,’ she said, as though I was being stupid. ‘I’m sure designers would love to have you watching their shows. You should just go.’
‘Have youmetmy mum?’ I sighed. ‘She’s so strict. One time, an actress staying here invited me and Fritz to a premiere of her latest film and Mum wouldn’t let us go.’
‘Why not?’
‘It was the same night as Mum’s birthday party.’
‘Ah, well, that seems kind of fair.’ Skylar laughed.
‘Yeah, except she held this super boring dinner party with all these old people and I was stuck in between two men talking about the state of the economy.’ I rolled my eyes at the horrific memory. ‘That’s why sometime soon I want to get a vlog going. At the moment, I never get to do anything cool.’
Sky looked at me curiously. ‘What about tomorrow night?’
‘What about it?’ I said, lying back so that Danielle could start sponging my face mask off.
‘I’ll be at the fashion shows. Come with me. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind adding you to their list.’
‘Stop tempting me with such an amazing invite!’ I moaned, though my heart soared at the thought. ‘I can’t leave the hotel.’
‘You’ve never snuck out before?’
I let Danielle finish washing my face before I turned to Skylar. ‘You’re a terrible influence.’
