I have clients who think that just because I see them every week, they know me the way they might know a wife or girlfriend. Sadly, if I asked them about my favourite colour, designer brand, or even my birthday, they’d draw a blank.
Some might argue that it isn’t their place to understand these finer details – we have a purely business arrangement. Others would insist that we should get to know each other this way so our dates become much more intimate. They like that girlfriend type the escorts from Park Lane and Mayfair pride themselves on.
And one of these gentlemen is Thomas.
Thomas and I have been in a relationship for the last eighteen months. We see each other once or twice a month and have a whale of a time! We shop, dine, and dance the night away at all the most expensive clubs. Life is never dull when I’m on Thomas’s arm, and he prides himself on knowing what this girl wants.
So, the other day, he asked me if I would play a game with him. Gathering all the information he had ever stored about me, he said he would surprise me with something tailor-made. All I had to do was be ready at 10 am, whereby a personal driver would pick me up, drive me to a secret location, and the rest would become apparent. I was nervous and excited, wondering what he might choose for little old me. You never know how people see you, right?
The Mercedes was waiting for me bang on 10 am. The driver buzzed my apartment, and I came straight down. We zipped through the morning traffic, taking the scenic route to throw me off the scent. Finally, we arrived in Knightsbridge, and I was dropped off outside Harrods; a smartly dressed woman was waiting for me. She shook my hand and asked me to follow her without hiding where this mysterious place might be. I thanked all the deities that I had worn my Chanel suit and Louboutins for the occasion! It doesn’t do to be scruffy and ‘so-last-season’ when those assistants give you the Harrods once-over.
Finally, we stopped in the jewellery department, where my guide turned me to and said, “Wait, right here.” I bounced on the balls of my feet anxiously until she returned with a velvet-covered jewellery pad displaying a white gold bracelet. I gasped audibly. “Is that a Carolina Bucci?” My guide smiled and nodded. Your boyfriend said it describes you perfectly.”
I was touched. Amazed. The bracelet was a silk and braided 18K white gold creation with a diamond feather ornament. It was so delicate and, frankly… beautiful… I might cry. As I picked it up and asked the assistant to tie it for me, I wondered if I had ever seen something so chic before in my life.
So Thomas does know me, after all. I met him for lunch after half an hour of heaven in Harrods. The boy did good, and didn’t he know about it? After all, these things work both ways…!
