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Anyway, according to gossip I'm this champagne bubble of a the town being New York of course, because no other girl about town town cares about having girls about it - living the perfect party- girl life, if that's what you think a perfect life is. I never tell a soul this, but sometimes before the parties I look in the mirror and see someone from a movie like Fargo. I've heard that almost all Manhattan girls suffer from this debilitating condition. They never admit it either. My best friend gets the Fargos so badly that she's never able to leave her apartment in the Pierre in time for anything she has to be in time for.
If you think a Brazilian is a foreigner, that PJs are pyjamas, and that Beyond is somewhere far away, then you have never met a Bergdorf Blonde
Welcome to the glamorous world of the Park Avenue Princesses, girls who careen through New York in search of the perfect fake tan, a ride on a private jet and the ever-elusive fiancé.
Can our heroine ever find happiness in a city packed with the distractions of heiresses, dermatologists, Front Row Girls, eyebrow waxes, premiéres and benefits (charity, that is)? What is she to do when her engagement falls apart? It may be trés chic to be neurotic in New York, but no one wants a total Shame Attack. By the end of this effervescent novel our heroine is wondering if life isn't all Bellinis and ball gowns; maybe it's more like Fargo than High Society ('God, I hope not though, I mean I couldn't cope with all that snow and those bad clothes 24/7').
If you think a Brazilian is a foreigner, that PJs are pyjamas, and that Beyond is somewhere far away, then you have never met a Bergdorf Blonde
Welcome to the glamorous world of the Park Avenue Princesses, girls who careen through New York in search of the perfect fake tan, a ride on a private jet and the ever-elusive fiancé.
Can our heroine ever find happiness in a city packed with the distractions of heiresses, dermatologists, Front Row Girls, eyebrow waxes, premiéres and benefits (charity, that is)? What is she to do when her engagement falls apart? It may be trés chic to be neurotic in New York, but no one wants a total Shame Attack. By the end of this effervescent novel our heroine is wondering if life isn't all Bellinis and ball gowns; maybe it's more like Fargo than High Society ('God, I hope not though, I mean I couldn't cope with all that snow and those bad clothes 24/7').