I am not ready. Do I look like I’m ready?” I was lying on a sun lounger by the pool at our villa in St Kitts in the Caribbean, my mobile in one hand, a chocolate milk-shake in the other. Coco was lying on the sunbed next to mine, also wearing shades. She’s my dog – a pink bichon frisé. (Everyone at my last school had a dinky dog, but no one had had theirs dyed the way I had. I had to do something – all the pooches looked the same, white and cute but now Coco stands out in a crowd and matches my new nail colour perfectly.) I’d just been thinking how utterly cool life was here on this paradise island when I was interrupted by a demand as to whether I was ready to leave. Anyone with half a brain should have been able to see that I was no way prepared to board a flight to Europe. Like what kind of idiot would travel to Paris in a turquoise bikini? Even if it is from Prada’s new collection and on everyone’s must-have list for the season? We used to live in England when I was younger so I know how cold it can get over in that part of the world.
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