Reflection 3When I look at myself now, it is difficult to visualise what I must have looked like the first time Giles saw me.
Hartnell’s dress has a skirt of topaz-coloured tulle on which are sewn tiger lilies with their petals and stamens glittering.
It is cut very low at the back, right down to the waist, with the bodice embroidered in topaz and gold beads that match my hair.
All the evening dresses are so pretty this autumn. They fall to the ground at the back and lift a little at the front just to reveal my ankles and the topaz satin slippers, which I wear over such transparently thin stockings that I feel they are almost indecent.
Giles had my hair bobbed when I first came to London, but now it is parted low on the left-hand side and sweeps across the front of my head in a huge wa
