What was little Lumi thinking bringing a dowdy heathen like me into her world? I arrived at her immaculate house sweaty from the six hour drive, my head whirling with Barry Manilow and Frank Zappa, clutching my carpet bag filled with cheap lingerie.
The next morning Lumi worked her magic. She meticulously pinned my hair and painted my face. Donned in a cornflower blue La Perla set I felt like a new woman.
Zoetica picked up right where Lumi left off. With her impeccable eye and magical lens she completed my transformation.
My ice cream treat in a rose filled tub was the ultimate luxury to cement my place in the world of hedonism and sophistication. How could I think of going back now?