of your feet all day or you have a really nasty blister, you could go and sit in one of those huge massage chairs and have a lovely therapist attend to your tender bits and provide you with plasters and Party Feet? I’d totally go and I know that most of my friends would too.
They could even offer a mini pedicure service and sell flip-flops in case you had passed the point of no return and couldn’t face putting your heels back on. Ooh, they could even have a little bar area too and give you one of those miniature bottles of champagne with a straw in it.
Trust me, with pain-free feet and a glass of bubbly in them, most women would be more than happy to carry on shopping for an extra hour or so. It’s a no-brainer really. I wonder who I should write to, to suggest this. They couldn’t say no, it’s a total money maker all round!
I decided not to mention this idea to Sebastian, it’s not really his area and to be honest, I’m not sure he’d support a venture that means I get to shop for longer.
Sebastian’s sent me off to have a long, luxurious bubble bath and I’m listening to an audio book on my iPod as I relax in the hot soapy water. I know I should have been thinking of ways to try and diffuse the Serena-Rivers situation, but I just can’t work up the energy. She’s a grown woman and can take care of herself. And as for Rivers, maybe he was just drunker than he looked, or was just feeling the pressure of his upcoming wedding to Lucinda. I’ll buy Serena a Penguin tomorrow to try and smooth things over. God, I really shouldn’t be thinking about food now. I’m avoiding looking at my swollen tummy and I resolve to start a new diet tomorrow. I say this at least once a week, but today I mean it. No, really, I do.
When I wake on Friday morning ten minutes before my alarm is due to go off I’m in an excellent mood. I curl up against Sebastian and smile happily to myself, feeling all cosy and snug. Today should be an easy day; the prosecution case is finished, all there is left to do is to listen to Quinn’s speech and then hear the Judge sum the case up, reminding them of the law and evidence they have to consider. Nothing really for me to do at all.
If I was being really vigilant, I could take in some other work to do, but I think I deserve a day off. Hopefully, this weekend will be a light one too as although we won’t have anything to do in court on Monday when we’re waiting for a verdict, the clerks should just presume I’ll need to be with Corr and not give me anything else. Then, when the jury convict Hobbs, maybe Corr and I will go out for a celebratory drink. That’d be really fun, and totally well deserved.
I hope I’m not counting my chickens, but there is no way in a million years the jury could have bought any of his rubbish. I certainly didn’t, not that I’m biased or anything...
Just in case, when I later dress, I put on my ‘lucky suit’ a black knee length shift dress over a white shirt, with a short three quarter length sleeved jacket. I pull my hair back with a pearl clip and put some matching pearl studs into my ears. I decide to push the boat out and locate the black McQueen heels Sebastian bought me. I know that they’ll be absolute agony, but they do go really well with this outfit.
I grab my red Mulberry and check I have everything I need. I really, really must sort this bag out as it’s getting beyond a joke now. I can see I have pretty much everything aside from the kitchen sink inside and I have no idea where to start.
I experimentally pull out an old copy of Elle and my phone charger, and then decide that more drastic measures are needed. Taking a deep breath and saying a silent prayer, I turn the bag upside down and upend the entire contents onto the dining room table and within seconds the surface is covered by a random selection of bric a brac. It looks like a jumble sale.
I fish around in the pile and retrieve my purse, phone, keys and