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in Kiki's hands and whispered, "Buy it. You'll look amazing in that."
Kiki watched the supercouple go, then peeked at the price tag. She swallowed hard. Eight hundred dollars. Completely out of the question. Especially considering her current financial circumstances. But Kirsten had told her under no uncertain terms to purchase the top. And who was Kiki to second-guess the fashion judgment of Kirsten Brock?
She rushed back to the sales floor to rejoin Suzi-Suzi and Danni.
"Oh, my God!" Suzi-Suzi gushed. "We wanted to listen, but I made Danni rate the way I looked carrying every Stella handbag. Did you talk to them? What did they say? What did you say? Tell us every-thingl" The questions came with the rat-a-tat-tat rapidity of assault weapon fire.
"And please tell me you didn't tell Tom that ridiculous idea about recording 'Almost Paradise' for his next CD," Danni put in.
Kiki reeled back with imperial indignation. "I most certainly did. And he's considering it."
Danni smiled, shaking her head.
Suzi-Suzi's face was a masterpiece of desperation. "I'm dyingl What were they like? What was he like?
What was she like? Did she act like a bitch? I read somewhere that she once snapped at a waitress for bringing her coffee that wasn't decaf."
Kiki went over the encounter in luxurious detail, feeling like a college professor who might be lecturing to a gifted class. After all, Suzi-Suzi and Danni were well-versed on the subjects of fashion and celebrity. They got the nuance and subtext. Kiki didn't have to dumb it down.
"I can't freaking believe it," Suzi-Suzi said after minutes of paying silent, rapturous attention. "How could his teeth be that way? They live just a few blocks away from a BriteSmile!"
Kiki nodded somberly. "I know. Isn't it awful?" She glanced down at the skimpy top, then back to Suzi-Suzi. "Kirsten told me that I should buy this. She said it would look great on me."
Suzi-Suzi beamed. "And I picked it out, which means Kirsten and I practically have the exact same taste."
"So you don't mind if I get it?" Kiki asked.
Suzi-Suzi shook her head. "Any finders-keepers claims are trumped by a direct recommendation from Kirsten Brock. It's yours." One beat. "Besides, I can't afford it anyway. It's eight hundred dollars, and I have to get my hair colored this week. And you know how much Trish charges."
"But she's so worth it," Kiki said.
"Completely," Suzi-Suzi agreed.
Kiki turned to Danni. "Are you sure there's lots of money in that Gucci boot box? I mean, if it's filled with ones, I'm going to be in serious trouble."
Danni smiled shrewdly. "What do you think I am? A stripper in a small town? I do not dance for single dollar bills."
Kiki marched back to the bitchy salesgirl and nervously chewed on her lower lip until the credit card was approved. Amazing! Maybe MBNA raised her limit on account of her on-time payment history. Well, many times Kiki had been late, but she always called to offer detailed reasons why. Certainly creditors appreciated that.
Walking out of the Stella McCartney boutique with her Stella McCartney bag and the secret knowledge of her new almost-friendship with Kirsten Brock, Kiki felt the day could not get any better. Of course, a job would improve things. Not to mention a man in her life. Preferably an independently wealthy and straight one.
Suzi-Suzi wanted to step into Jeffrey, another expensive boutique, but this time Kiki begged off. She would at least have to count the money in Danni's boot box before entertaining the idea of more shopping.
"Well, I'm going in," Suzi-Suzi said defiantly. "I need an outfit to drive Chad insane with desire before I dump him. I know I said I was broke, but now that I think about it, this is an emergency situation."
Kiki and Danni left her to the seduction/destruction plan, jumped into a cab, and headed for Danni's digs on the Upper West Side.
"So," Kiki began once inside the taxi, "do you really think that she'll break up with him?"
"Absolutely