Page 50 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
‘Pretty much. Most of us all went to the same schools.’
‘Hang on, is St Hilda’s there?’
‘Yes. So most of us went there. Apart from a couple who went to Eton.’ And of course Matthew who went to the comprehensive (apart from sixth form). I’m guessing Guy Carmichael doesn’t deal in comprehensive schools.
‘Well, well, well. Aren’t you turning out to be an interesting one.’ He paused for a moment. ‘Why is it addressed to Alice, Alison?’
‘Um, because I’m called Alice?’
‘For goodness sake, Alison, you should have said.’
‘Alice.’
Guy Carmichael squinted at me for a second. ‘I prefer Alice,’ he said.
‘So do I.’
‘Hmm.’ Guy Carmichael leant forward, his attention fully on me.
I watched his gaze drop to my lips.
‘What shade is that lipstick you’re wearing, Alice?’
‘Rouge Allure,’ I said, my voice emerging a little croaky.
‘It’s working.’
Just then, Cool Jason from Design wandered by and Guy sat back slightly. He handed me my invitation and stood up. ‘I’ll see you on Monday, Alice,’ he said.
Yes you will, Guy Carmichael.
My intention is:
To sacrifice going out tonight and instead use the money to go and buy some Chanel Rouge Allure.
To get Guy Carmichael to think about my lips and me in a non-work-colleague way.
Date: Sunday 8 JanuaryTime: 8.30pm
My thoughts and reflections:
Normally I love a weekend, but I’ve been wishing this one away. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m setting my alarm for 5.30 so I can wash and dry my hair properly, and apply make-up before leaving, just in case I meet him at the entrance. Charlotte sent me a DM yesterday asking if I wanted to go to Scotland in her place and that there was a really good scene in Glasgow I might enjoy. I said no. I felt bad but then Drunk Stephen said she’s been asking everyone. Apparently, she got really pissed at The Green Room after work on Friday and revealed that even though she wasn’t meant to tell anyone, Guy Carmichael had dumped her literally ten minutes after they’d had sex and that he was a complete bastard.
I am letting go of:
Trying to be more like Charlotte.
Date: Monday 9 JanuaryTime: 12.30am
My thoughts and reflections:
Pulled all the stops out – arrived early and looking as good as I’m going to get. But no Guy Carmichael at work today. What a waste of effort. Drunk Stephen and I went for compensatory Monday Margaritas – Blakes does happy hour six to eight, which is actually happyhoursif we’re being accurate. Then we had non-happy-hours margaritas which were still really happy. And then kebabs. (It wasn’t strictly a break-out day, but as I said to Drunk Stephen – what could be more Stone Age than effectively hunting for food on the way home?)
I ask the Universe:
To wake me up in the morning as I’m having trouble with alarm-setting.
Date: Tuesday 10 JanuaryTime: 8.30pm
