New York Valentine (16 page)

‘The only words with this photo are: “I am in love with this girl”. I think he send it to me by mistake,’ Elena declared angrily.

‘Elena! “I’m in love with this girl” it’s just photographer-speak. It’s his job. You know it’s his job. You knew he was a photographer when you first met him. I mean how incredibly flattering to have someone who takes pictures of some of the most beautiful faces in the world, be so in love with yours.’

‘He has never said he loves me,’ Elena snapped.

Aha.

‘Of course he’s in love. You’re both in love,’ Annie assured her. ‘Anyone can see that. It’s oozing out of every pore when you two are together. Pure 100 per cent guaranteed in love. But yes, I understand,
saying
you’re in love. That’s hard. Maybe you’re both waiting to see who says it first.’

‘Maybe …’

‘But don’t be jealous. Not without any reason. Are you going out tonight?’

Elena shook her head, but then said: ‘Maybe just to drugstore to buy some—’

Annie cut her off: ‘Babes, have you looked in the bathroom lately?’

Elena glanced over at her in some surprise.

‘You have your very own drugstore right there. Whatever it is you could possibly be looking for, you will find it in here.’

Annie pushed open the door to the small but perfectly formed bathroom. Just like in Elena’s bedroom, every shelf, surface and available space was taken up with stuff. Although in here it was bathroom stuff: hair bottles, shower bottles, lotions, potions and make-up.

‘I hate to say this,’ Annie began gently, ‘but I think there’s about $2,000 worth of products in here.’

‘No!’ Elena protested.

‘The buy one get one free habit can really mount up …’

When Annie saw Elena’s shoulders slump and her hands move up to cover her face, she immediately regretted her words.

Rushing to Elena’s side, she put an arm around her and said, ‘You’ve been going through so many difficult things. You’ll get through all this. Please stop worrying about Sye and … you’ll get over the crazy shopping thing. I’ll help you, if you’ll let me.’

‘The bedroom,’ Elena said finally with a tragic sigh, ‘maybe I could take you to the bedroom and we could just make one small corner tidy.’

Annie’s face lit up at the thought. Back in her personal shopper days, she’d subsidized her income with a home wardrobe makeover service and there was still almost nothing she liked more than being invited into the chaos of someone’s cupboards to restore order.

Down there in the back of the wardrobe, the truth always came out. Whatever was going on in someone’s life, it would be reflected in their cupboard: new lover, new lingerie; loveless marriage, really bad old knickers; unexpected pay rise, handbag splurge; financial disaster, worn-out suits and high street tops; ageing issues, inappropriate use of Topshop; and infidelity always caused wardrobe schizophrenia – boring suits and much red lace.

Annie could probably wander through a wardrobe and paint an exact picture of the woman who owned it without knowing anything else about her.

‘I know there is problem here …’ Elena admitted hesitantly, as they gazed into the room.

‘Have you spoken to Sye about it?’ Annie wondered.

Elena shook her head vigorously.

‘But he must have noticed,’ Annie pointed out. ‘No one who’s been in your room could help noticing the plastic bag mountain. Maybe he’s trying to find the right moment to talk to you about it.’

‘Maybe.’

As soon as they were crammed together in the bedroom, Annie knew there wasn’t going to be enough space here to sort things out, so she instructed Elena to bring a selection of carrier bags into the sitting room. There Annie opened out the sofa bed, so they would have somewhere to tackle the chaos of Elena’s out of control shopping habit.

The first two bags Elena emptied contained entirely new clothes, labels still attached, receipt in the bag.

‘What do you want to do with these?’ Annie asked gently. ‘Keep them? Give them away? You might even be able to take them back, the receipts are still there. I used to offer to sell things for my clients, but I don’t have a US eBay account … maybe we could find a second-hand shop.’

Elena looked at the items with a mixture of confusion and surprise. ‘I can’t even remember buying them,’ she told Annie. ‘When I’m in a shop, I feel I have to have something, it’s like a want that won’t go away until I buy, then I feel better. Sometimes, I don’t even look in the bags again.’

Annie put her arm around Elena’s waist and squeezed: ‘That’s not good. And it’s a very expensive problem to have, girl. But as soon as you start admitting these things to yourself, they start to get better by themselves. Honestly, I promise. Why don’t we take back as much as we can? All the things you’ve bought in the last month. Then we’ll try and sell the other things you don’t want. We have to make a start on bringing that credit card bill down.’

During the next two hours, eighty-three plastic bags were upended – nearly one for every day Elena had been in New York – and the contents sorted out. Everything still within date and with receipts was sorted into one collection. Another pile of items to sell was created and then there was the much smaller collection of things which Elena actually wanted to keep.

Now that the clothes, shoes, bags and other accessories were lying in front of her on the sofa bed, not hanging tantalizingly from rails in a shop, Elena found there was surprisingly little that she really wanted.

‘Maybe you should shop online, Elena,’ Annie suggested, ‘just stay away from the shops for a good long time if they make you feel like this. I hope you realize you’ve spent $24,000 on things that you’ve not even looked at again. Do you know what you could have bought with that money?’

It didn’t take Annie long to do the fashion maths: ‘Sixty pairs of Christian Louboutin shoes or fourteen Yves Saint Laurent tuxedos – yes fourteen! Or two handmade Hermès bags …’

She could have gone on, but Elena looked guilty enough.

‘I remember going shopping with you when you first arrived in London,’ Annie added. ‘You were so excited and you bought soooo many things. I didn’t realize how much trouble I was going to cause you in the future.’

‘I know!’ Elena said, but at least with a smile.

The bags of stuff to go were all piled right at the door of the apartment. Annie would help Elena to get rid of them as soon as she possibly could. Nothing worse than dead wardrobe wood hanging about once it had been efficiently pruned away.

Expert Annie soon had Elena’s remaining clothes up on hangers, ordered into sections and neat piles. Clinically perfect stacks of tops were created and the drawers were neatly regimented.

Elena sat quietly on her bed and watched.

‘OK, I’m going to put all your hangers backwards on the rail like this,’ Annie explained, ‘and every time you wear something you put it back on the rail facing the other way. Then in a few months’ time, you’ll be able to see everything that’s never been worn at all and you can consider whether or not you want to keep it.’

‘Clever,’ Elena admitted.

‘Less is more,’ Annie promised. ‘A few lovely pieces are always much better than piles of rubbish.’

When the wardrobe was as beautiful and organized as it could possibly be, Annie stepped back and admired her handiwork with pride.

‘Life is going to be simple from now on. Just wear the lovely things you already have … and in the bathroom, use all the things you’ve already bought. Tidy up every day and enjoy your space. Save your money, pay back your bills and you will, I absolutely promise, reach a place, not so long from now, when you’ll be back on track. When you go into a shop to buy something you need that you’ve got the money for, you’ll feel so much better.’

‘Is this what you do?’ Elena asked. ‘Only go shopping for things you need with money you already have?’

Annie tried to keep a straight face:

‘Well … no,’ she admitted. ‘Not exactly … but sometimes. Sometimes I manage it and it feels fantastic! In fact, sometimes I can’t even bear to part with my hard-earned cash and I go away and buy something much cheaper instead.’

She sat on the bed next to Elena. ‘It turns out, babes, it’s much easier spending other people’s money – like Mr Visa’s – than spending your own.’ Glancing at her watch, Annie suddenly leapt up. ‘I have to call home!’ But it was probably too late and she wondered now why Ed hadn’t phoned her to say good-night.

They’d spoken on every evening of her New York trip so far and she’d assumed that was how it would go on. She needed to have the little chats, to hear how the day had gone at home. It helped her to feel less guilty about being away from everyone.

‘I’m going out for a NY takeout and ur in bed,’ she texted. ‘I missed u. Speak ASAP. Let me know how everyone doing. Loads of love A xxx’

Now … one of those unbelievably good Chinese takeouts? Or was she going to be wholesome and saintly and go to Whole Foods Market for their dinner?

The Manhattan Yummy Mummy:

Pink gingham shirt (J. Crew)
White skinny jeans (J Brand)
Teeny silver belt (Banana Republic)
Oversized sunglasses (Chanel)
Pink gingham sneakers (Keds)
White and tan drawstring bag (Dooney & Bourke)
Total est. cost: $640

Not smiling, just frowning

It wasn’t exactly easy to get into Central Park unnoticed. From the moment a tourist emerged from the subway closest to the park, there was a full-on hustlers alley to negotiate.

‘Ice cream, ice cream.’

‘No thanks.’

‘Water, bottle of water?’

‘No.’

‘But you get thirsty in park.’

‘No, thank you.’

‘Umbrella, lady? It might rain?’

‘No. Really.’

Even inside the gates of the park, there was a man in a low buttoned checked shirt insisting:

‘Map, you must have map of Central Park. Only $2. Just $2.’

‘No, thank you. I’m fine.’

Annie kept on walking just as quickly as she could, desperate for peace, quiet, greenery and calm – some of the things she’d been sent here by Lana to find.

After a whole morning of phoning factories and trying to phone Ed, she felt totally frazzled. Everything was bound to be fine. It was a Friday. He was in school. Yes, she’d tried to time her calls for his breaks, but maybe he was doing some extra tutoring.

She’d tried to speak to Dinah, who would be with the twins today, but the home phone just rang out and Dinah’s mobile was infuriatingly off.

But she was sure they were fine. Everyone was fine, she kept telling herself. Otherwise someone would have told her. She would know by now if something was wrong.

She kept walking at a brisk pace until, fifteen minutes later, she found herself at the boating pond. This was where Lana had told her to go.

‘Go and watch the water, admire the gorgeous apartment blocks all around and just relax, Mum. You need to relax … hire a boat,’ she’d suggested.

Annie found a bench that wasn’t occupied and took a seat.

She watched the water a little bit, she gawped at the apartment blocks overlooking the park, and she also became very absorbed watching the colourful people of NYC strolling past. It was a sunny day, though not as fiercely hot as it had been, and the park was busy. Nannies and mommies were pushing babies about in very top of the range buggies.

It was easy to tell the nannies from the mommies: the nannies were typically black or Hispanic, sometimes in uniform, and their charges were as white as white. The mommies wore high fashion or athletic gear, carried little hipster water bottles and jogged as they pushed their prams.

Sooooo New York.

Annie leaned her head back to get a better view of the swaggeringly grand apartment blocks around the edge of the park. These were surely the swankiest, priciest blocks in the entire city. She watched a helicopter land on the roof of one of the buildings.

Soooo New York.

It was the kind of city where she could be in the park, totally jealous of the people who were living in the blocks, but the people in the blocks were probably totally jealous of the guy in the penthouse who had the helicopter.

And maybe the guy with the helicopter was jealous of the guy with the jet and the mansion out of town. That’s how it was in this city, she was coming to understand. Everyone, everywhere was hustling, on the make, trying to get another rung up the ladder.

‘What’s Perfect Dress going to do for us?’ she’d been asked so many times on her round of factory calls. ‘Is it getting good promotion. Is it high end? Will it bring us more clients? How many orders are you going to place in the future?’

Annie’s phone began to ring. She snatched it up and saw Ed’s name flashing across the screen.

‘FINALLY!’ she shouted down the line as soon as she’d answered.

‘Annie, how are you doing?’

‘Much, much better for hearing you, babes, how’s it going?’

‘It’s going great …’ he sounded as if he was trying not to laugh.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘Nothing. Everything is fine. I promise. Where are you?’

‘In Central Park and it’s gorgeous. So there!’

‘Fantastic … where in Central Park? Paint me a picture.’

This time, she could paint him the full picture; this time she had nothing to hide.

‘I’m sitting on a bench at the foot of the boating pond. I’m looking across the water at the gorgeous little boating hut and there’s a restaurant on the water’s edge too. I remember it from
Sex and the City
. I think this is where Carrie fell into the pond and ruined her shoes.’

‘Oh dear …’ There was still a throaty giggle to his voice.

‘C’mon, what’s so funny?’

‘Nothing, honest, go on.’

‘It’s lovely. It’s so peaceful, but it’s impressive too. It’s not the countryside, it’s nothing like the countryside, it’s the big, show-off garden right in the heart of this city, which is the most fabulous city I’ve ever been to, by the way …’

She wondered if it was too early to tell him how much she’d love to move them all over here … eventually. Somehow. Even if it was just for a year or two.

But then the line went dead.