I was bursting with happiness for her, but I have to admit I was slightly bumming myself out by comparing our situations. The side-trip to London, to be interviewed for a BBC documentary about body image, was going to be the thing that pushed her over the top, I knew, even if she was trying not to pin too many hopes on the next month. Not only would she be walking in her first fashion week show, she'd also be featured in the pages of French Vogue. Now, I wouldn't see her for four weeks, as she was immersed in a media blitz carefully orchestrated by her brilliant agency.Įverything seemed to have exploded for Holli overnight. The longest we'd been apart had been for a few days, visiting family. We’d lived together since our first semester of college. I was so proud of Holli, and so freaked out at the same time. Unfortunately, mine was headed for Paris, for fittings and run throughs for Elie Saab's runway show.
When you're pregnant by your billionaire ex-boss with whom you've just had an ambiguous break-up, you need your best friend to get through it all.
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