THE TWENTY-FIRST

Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out.

Our night of frivolity was just what I needed and by the time we all fell asleep on the giant sofa, we were all exhausted but happy. A night on the couch though was not exactly kind on my back and when I awoke at four a.m. I padded softly through to the bedroom expecting to see Taylor tucked up in bed. Instead, I found him passed out on the chaise fully clothed, one shoe on and one shoe off, reeking of whiskey. I can only guess the hangover he is going to have when he finally wakes up.

Michelle left early, heading off on a mini-break with her gorgeous boyfriend, Marc, to the Cotswolds. As she gushed over him last night, I