"You look amazing," says Tina, hands on her hips in skimpy leather hot pants that barely skim her butt cheeks. Only Tina could pull off something that TOWIE and still look classy.
I check myself out in the mirror, but the girl staring back at me in an embellished bodycon dress with smoky eyes and a massive blow-dry looks like a complete stranger. I never usually wear make up, this isn't my face and it's definitely not an outfit I'd pick out for myself. But that's the desired effect, I don't want to be Kate tonight. I want to step into somebody else's shoes.
We polish off two glasses of cava "for good luck" as Tina puts it, but we both know that it's really Dutch courage. Our car's ready and waiting outside which is lucky cause we're both underdressed for the late October chill.
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