STARTER: for @alyayd LOCATION: Industry party for Vogue France TIME: 8:30 PM
Although Camille wasn’t easily intimidated by industry events, tonight’s party hosted by Vogue France was a bit of a different story. Being associated, in any way, with the prestigious fashion magazine felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity and while she was sure to have to put up with some of the world’s most vapid and egocentric individuals, it finally seemed worth the potential reward.
In an effort to blend in amongst the crowd of socialites, designers and fashion extraordinaires, Camille had dressed herself from head-to-toe in her trendiest designer clothing. And from the plethora of guests who she had managed to network with, her effort hadn’t gone to waste. That is, at least, until a clutzy cocktail waitress backed into her arm, spilling a fountain of red wine down the front of her white Chanel blazer.
With a loud gasp, Camille’s mouth fell open, her body frozen in fear that one wrong move would worsen the potential staining. Or worse –– she would draw even more attention to herself and the fact that even after years of practice and exposure, she was truly still a fish out of water.