Across the room hands, heavy with gold and diamonds, flashed as they reached up to bid: £1m, £1.1m… At her table, Heidi Klum, emerald earrings sparkling, watched Harvey Weinstein on stage calling for bids, until someone offered £1.2m for the trip into space with Leonardo DiCaprio. The vast marquee erupted with cheers. Outside, the Mediterranean shone like topaz, waves catching the sunlight like the flare of a paparazzo’s bulb. Inside, the grand hotel glittered with celebrities wearing couture. Kylie Minogue, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley and Petra Ecclestone were present. Nicole Kidman wore Marchesa. Milla Jovovich was in Valentino. And I wore a £15 dress off eBay.
Dame Shirley Bassey took the stage to sing Goldfinger, Ellie Goulding did Lights and Duran Duran screamed Hungry Like the Wolf as I got up to dance with Paris Hilton. Then watched Tamara Ecclestone successfully bid £600,000 for Andy Warhol’s portrait of Liz Taylor. I drank Moët & Chandon like there was a drought and forgot how I couldn’t make my rent. Instead I melted into the glamour of amfAR, the most glittering party at the Cannes film festival, looking over at Thomas, always grinning back. And tried not to worry about security chucking me out.
I’d been sneaking into parties for years before I met Thomas. I’d just been going about it in a less organised way.
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