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Ariana made a surprise visit to the city. She
claimed sweet words like 'miss', 'best friend' and
even the dreaded, 'need'. I invited her to sip bitter coffee as i'm not eating this month due to the desire to fit appropriately into a lace sample size Stella dress without bits and bobs peeking out. Once at the cafe table, Ariana tucked platinum blonde waves behind pointed elf ears and batted her lashes across to me. We caught up on one another's lives ; Lanvin Boy, work, internships, Caras coming out and other important worldly news. It seemed as though her anger had subsided, until I crossed my left leg over my right, revealing the latest white calfskin spiked heel mules picked up earlier that day. Icy eyes widened but instead of sinking into my seat, I scowled right back and uttered two words that
would ultimately change our ex-bee-eff-eff ship
for good. "They're Fendi."
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The moment those four simple (but hardly insignificant) words slipped from my 169 Jalousie painted lips I knew something had changed. Ariana’s wide ice blue eyes were suddenly squeezed down into narrow slits. Our bee-eff-eff-ship had always been turbulent but that squint said to prepare for a crash landing. She clicked her tongue as I dug around in my new patent leather Marni tote (properly named Sophie) for my wallet. Instead of battling the silence by myself, I studied the darling bags silver hardware and expertly crafted canvas lining. We had always participated as a ‘we’. We didn’t apply for major fashion internships without the second sisters approval or awareness. We didn’t take the offer before the question was finished. WE especially didn’t already have six Stella twill leather travel trolleys waiting in the lobby. The competition between the well dressed coalition remained stagnant but I quickly realized that this was because I was too afraid of losing Ari to go whole-heartedly for any opportunities. But this designer was much more important than any sixth grade pact made over Lollipop rings and Lisa Frank rainbow kitten folders. This was a push closer to being an insider. Ariana collected her belongings and click clicked around the corner, out of sight but not out of mind. Just like Springs obnoxious neon trend, our friendship was beyond d o n e.
