We come upon our heroine, Stephanie, lunching with Mrs. Bradford-Smythe at what we can only assume is the dining room of a rather posh eating establishment. Stephanie is wearing a smart sage green suit in honour of St. Patrick's day, a delicate hat and kitten heeled shoes. (Stephanie looks good in this outfit despite the fact that she isn't sure about the hat in real life.)
The camera pans in past the potted palm and we overhear her talking to Mrs. Everett Smythe as they enjoy an afternoon tea. Mrs. Bradford-Smythe's voice is inaudible as, apart from being an absolute bore and being married to a wealthy supporter of the arts, Mrs. Bradford-Smythe is a low talker.
"Heavens to Betsy, did you hear the latest?"
Mrs. BS's inaudible mumble
No? Well, I don't like to repeat gossip, so lean in closer so you can hear it the first time.
You know Minou? Well, her Mommy just landed a job as the assistant designer on a film directed by this amazing man.
*leans back in chair and sips tea with one eyebrow cocked knowingly*
Mrs. BS's inaudible mumble - I've heard she's already gone through several speech therapists
What do you mean you don't know who he is? I wrote a paper about one of his films when I took that Narratives in Cinema class at Dal. You must have heard of that film. Jean Paul Gaultier designed the costumes for that film.
Mrs. BS's inaudible mumble - and four elocution teachers
Oh, no no... I heard he wanted the job, but that Mr. G didn't think he was up to the task. He didn't want the title character to be running around in striped shirts and red cravats. No, Mr. G. wanted the real thing. Angela is amazing.
Mrs. BS's inaudible mumble - did she just ask a question?
Stephanie sprays tea out of mouth in fit of horror*
An assistant designer DOES NOT FETCH COFFEE AND BONBONS! That's what the designer's assistant does! *harumph* She's assisting the designer with the DESIGNS. Yes, it's all terribly important.
Stephanie, muttering to self under breath - "Rather!"*
She leaves for Amsterdam on the 28th.
Mrs. BS's inaudible mumble - oh, for the love of God, really woman, just get a megaphone.
No, of this month. I know. Only 11 days to pack and she'll be gone for two months, if not more. I would think she'll need an entire suitcase just for shoes.
Stephanie nibbles a petite-four and wonders what the fuss is about these dreadful desserts
Janie Clarkson is just going to DIE of jealousy. I can't wait to tell her.