This morning there was a spread about last night’s Gala at the Met…

A picture truly is worth a thousand words.  Imagine my surprise in seeing myself plastered across the page next to the article about the evening’s young socialites.  Kitty was resplendent in her frothy pink Givenchy gown- but her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.  Her cheeks are inflamed just as the model’s in this year’s fashion week, yet I know it wasn’t makeup.  I am there in the next spread in a throwback, simply, black Armani on the arm of Vronsky.  His head is inclined towards me and I have my head thrown back, laughing, with my drink in hand.  The look on his face is unmistakable.  I don’t know what I was thinking… I suppose I was drunk with flattery and the champagne.  I think it is time I went back home.