Chapter 46: Museums. Arts. Carbuncle.

Since the past weeks, my routine has just been the same—shopping all day and discovering a wide array of fashion boutiques: Joseph on Old Bond Street, Amanda Wakeley on Fulham Road, Caroline Charles on Beauchamp Place, and Nicole Farhi on New Bond Street. I've been buying fabulous pieces designer pieces: playful scarves, beautiful jumpers, chic skirts, unusual bags, and sexy shoes. I even sought out the bargain spots on Oxford Street—Next, Top Shop, River Island, and Marks & Spencer—because, it's totally effective to work such low-end pieces into an otherwise couture wardrobe. Even overt knockoffs, if paired with high-end pieces and worn with confidence, can look positively fabulous. And every night, I would return home with my purchases, and wait for Andrew to finish his day of work. We will eat takeaway together, or he would whip us up a meal, which is followed by a little bit of television and conversation.

When it is time for bed, I cunningly retire to my room first, pretending t