Story

Spring/Summer Collection 2005

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Faye’s intuition had been correct. Ed was not only an interesting artist but also an excellent man. He didn’t seem to have it in him to lie or play games. He was full of funny stories. And, best of all, he made it absolutely plain that he adored Faye. Even the more difficult things about him - namely Amanda, his ex-wife - were perfectly manageable once you’d become familiar with the territory. (All you had to do was to ask her if she’d lost weight and she’d be so delighted she’d forget to hate you.) One of the unexpected pleasures of life with Ed was the amount of travel involved. He had a show in New York next month and an older brother who was about to get married in the Caribbean. Both occasions provided the perfect excuse for a new dress. Faye headed straight for her favourite shop, which had moved to Kingly Street - ideal for a combined trip to Liberty’s cosmetics department. She flicked through fabric swatches, finally settling for a beautiful oyster silk with delicate pink flowers for the wedding and a wonderfully eccentric checked wool with printed roses for New York. Fitting the clothes was fun. Faye felt like a princess as she stood in front of the mirror while the friendly assistant pinned everything in place. She was enjoying herself so much she was almost disappointed that it was over and done with so quickly. Still, it left her more time for coffee and cake in Newburg Street. And perhaps

a quick peek into the jewellery shop next door. Usually Faye was captivated by the pendants with elaborate filigree and clusters of tiny gems, but today her eyes kept straying towards the rings. The plain gold ones, to be more precise. She’d only known Ed for a few months. It was far too soon to be thinking about these things. But Faye thought about them anyway. She thought about the house they might live in together, instead of flitting between Battersea and Camden all week. She thought about the children they might have – a blonde girl and a little boy whose hair stuck up at the back. And, although it felt rather superficial, she thought about the wedding dress. She always noticed them in the shop, wrapped in clear plastic, hanging separately from the other clothes, and wondered when it was going to be her turn.

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