Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

Chanel, West, Battistelli and a Club

A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.-Coco Chanel

I'm no model lady. A model's just the imitation of the real thing.-Mae West

...But perfection is my enemy.-Francesca Battistelli, "Free to be Me"
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New York City, 2013

Lucy had thought it would be nice to visit her sister for a month or so- she had never been so wrong. She had missed her sister as much as she had missed her brothers- she and her siblings hadn't been together for over a year. Peter had joined the Armed Forces soon after he graduated, months later, Susan had moved to America to attend NYU. Edmund was taking a year off, working in India, leaving Lucy alone. It had been nice… for about three days. Then Lucy had called Susan, who had invited her to stay for a month in the summer. Lucy had agreed hastily, and hopped on the first plane. Hours later, she had stepped on America soil and gone through Customs. When she finally saw her sister, after almost a year and a half apart, the first thing she said was…

"Really Lucy, combat boots? I thought you would have outgrown this rebellious, indie, artsy phase and bought a pair of heels."

Lucy defiantly felt the love. Over the next week, this was all she heard.

"Lucy, grudge is so 90's."

"Lucy, why must you have double piercings and cartilage? You should only wear one pair of earrings at a time- and not ying-yang ones."

"Lucy, a lip piercing to look like Marilyn Monroe? Just put eyeliner there."

"Lucy, take out your nose ring- you're not in punk London anymore."

"Lucy, Coco Chanel said a girl should be two things: classy and fabulous, not a girl should wear paint covered, ripped jeans and look like a hobo."

Susan's latest quest was to take Lucy to some New York Club ("You can't just visit coffee shops and grudge poetry clubs"…under the condition that Lucy wear a Little Black Dress ("Coco Chanel had it right Lucy!")

"Come on Lucy! Don't you want to be the model of what to do in America? Don't you want to impress all your friends?"

"My friends won't be impressed by that. Beside how can I be a model for what to do in America if I don't want to do it? I don't want to be a model, Susan!"

"What?"

"I'm no model lady. A model's just the imitation of the real thing." Lucy quoted Mae West. Susan just rolled her eyes and threw a dress her way. "One club, Lucy."

Lucy felt the silky material of a dress… that was really more like a shirt…oh goodness. "Fine." She agreed, hoping it would get Susan off her back, "One club. And no heels."

"No heels?"

"My boots."

Susan pouted. Literally pouted. "Fine," she echoed Lucy's tone, "but you have to wear patterned tights." Lucy waved Susan out so she could change into the dress.

She striped off her comfy sweater and leggings, hoping she hadn't just made a deal with the devil. She threw the dress over her head and had to wiggle to get into it. Curse Susan, this was so tight and …awkward to wear. She approached the mirror; she looked nothing like herself. The dress hugged her curves, the ones she wasn't entirely used to yet. She sighed and turned away. She found the patterned tights Susan had given her earlier, only to realize they were more like fishnets with a floral cut out. Damn her, she had planned this. Lucy muttered some rather…un-lady like words as she pulled on thick socks and then her boots. At least her feet wouldn't hurt tonight.