There's something very fairytale-esque about having all that material of a maxi dress swishing about your ankles. A combination of the tribal print and the chiffon wafts of material, felt like a cross between aztec princess and gypsy queen. And where else would a goddess dine for a midnight snack? The Wolesley of course, next door to the Ritz, where they still serve afternoon tea at quarter to midnight. They drew the line at serving a cream tea though. Scones and clotted cream at midnight, obviously that would just be absurd. Macaroons are fine though ;-)
Passion fruit was the best.....damn them for not giving me a scone !
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