Milan was closing in on Hetty. On the way to Bulgari there was a traffic jam because a group of naked conceptual artists were faux copulating outside Rick Owens. Awkward. Especially as the limo had only moved a few metres from the hotel. Calm was found inside Cartier in the form of a collar that looked a great deal like a console from Doctor Who. Oh Hetty, what will Daddy say? The scale is so...indiscreet.
The murmuring staff all seemed to know The Russian, which was both a relief and a source of chagrin. Next stop Bulgari and Hetty just wanted to get it over with. A bit like lining up for boiled lollies after school but much more deluxe. The bracelet felt like just enough. Sort of off the cuff but then, in the car, The Russian slipped another box into Hetty's lap. Super awkward.
As Loella would say "Heavy".
In situations such as these Hetty knows that shrugging, smiling and sort of sneezing in a way that looks like crying works really well. "See you at dinner" she squeaked as she bolted towards Moschino. Was it her imagination or did Hetty make a faint clinking sound as she ran?