Everythings shiny, Cap'n
Paris (TheEscapist & MeishkaKurvari) [Private]
“Don’t you just love Paris, Margaret? All the cafés, all the boutiques, all the men.” Evelyn took a sip of her coffee, her eyes trailing after a group of three well-dressed men in suits, unable to stop herself from appraising them as she did so. She had an eye for fine things, and those three were certainly very fine; tall, dark, handsome, wearing Prada suits. Good fashion taste was always an admirable quality in the opposite sex.
Margaret, the woman sitting across from her, did not look so pleased with the situation. Going on fifty, she had been her father’s P.A for about as long as she could remember; her hair was grey and pulled into a tight bun, her face permanently frozen in a stern look of disappointment.
“Yes, Miss Cross.”
She could only raise her eyebrow at the older woman, before shaking her head. There were only so many times she could be scolded for ‘wasting her time socialising’ before she just ignored the woman’s scowls and curt replies.
“Where should we go next? I really want a look at Chanel’s new line before we leave; I have to take advantage of the opportunity while I’m here.”
“Don’t you think you should be getting ready for dinner instead of gallivanting all over the city?”
Her cup connected with the table harder than she intended, causing the customers sitting around them to look up from their own preoccupations. There were few moments of tense silence, before the murmur of chatter broke out once more.
“Didn’t I tell you? Plans have changed; I’ve been invited to a party instead. I text daddy this morning, and he was fine with it.” She couldn’t stand the thought of attending one more ‘company dinner’ with her father; there were only so many times she could tell the board of directors how pleased she was to see them and how well their children were looking before the lie became obvious.
Margaret was having none of it. From her ever-present black back, she pulled out a copy of that morning’s newspaper. There, on the front cover, was a very unflattering picture of her trying to get out of a car; red hair plastered to her face with sweat, her eyes looking in what appeared to be two different directions and her long, pale legs splayed in order to try and gain some sense of balance. Very little was left to the imagination, including what colour of underwear she was wearing. The title said it all: Party Princess Reveals All in Paris.
‘Flashing her cash – along with everything else – at the exclusive Kong night club, Evelyn Cross partied hard last night with some of the Parisian elite. The 23 year old, heir to her father Franklin’s billion-dollar oil business, was reported to have spent over $20,000 dollars on champagne for her and all of the party-goers present. Ever since she broke up with...’
Evelyn pushed the paper back across the table, unwilling to read any more of it. She had seen enough of these headlines; once you had read one, you had read them all. Did these people honestly have so little to talk about?
“You were a disgrace last night. How could you let yourself get into such a state?” That stung, but probably not as much as it should have.
“Because I’m twenty three, Margaret. I like to let-loose every once in a while. It’s only a bit of fun.”
“A bit of fun? You have a family reputation to keep up, Miss Cross. Your father spent years building his image, and now you are systematically destroying it – one drunken night at a time!”
Evelyn couldn’t keep her face from twisting into a scowl.
“Daddy has never said anything to me about it. I’m not doing anything wrong; I’m not breaking the law, I’m not hurting anyone.”
“Could stop me if he wanted to.” She finished off the dregs of her coffee, before standing and brushing herself down, getting rid of whatever imagined dust may have tainted her green Gucci dress. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find an outfit for tonight. If you would be so kind, could you have a car ready to pick me up in a few hours?” Grabbing her bag and coat, she left the café and old woman in her wake. She needed to calm down, to get thoughts of disappointment out of her head. Reaching into her bag as she made her way out of the Place Blanche, heading in the general direction of the famous Moulin Rouge, she felt the smooth edges of her credit cards. There were some small boutiques around this area that contained some unique items; it would do, for now.