I had arrived in New York, city of high heels and cocktail parties. It was Christmas Eve and snowing and it was just like a fairy tale, children building snowmen in Union Square while carol singers sang 'White Christmas' to a group of old ladies wearing duffel coats. I stepped out of the taxi and stood admiring the scene for a moment before pulling my fur coat tighter around myself and heading towards the park. …
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…cor. People were arriving constantly now, and I seemed to have become the doorwoman, greeting them all. There was Jasmine, a model, who immediately went over to converse with Candace and Anita. Rob, an architect and Susan, an artist. Rosie and Zoë, two journalists for the New York Times. Soon the living room was packed full of happy people drinking and chatting. It was the kind of evening when anything could happen ........