Sac Coussin, the Whisper All Over Fifth Ave
She walked in the party like she was walking onto a yacht. Ah, a little Carly Simon reference never hurt anyone. Anyway, she strutted through the doors and turned a lot of heads.
Of course, she was the most stunning looking lady in the room. She wore the finest dress and she had jewelry that had to be on lease like the powerful and the wealthy do all the time. When she walked by, her smell was like a breath of fresh air.
She looked straight at me for a second and I felt my knees wobble a little. Then, she was introduced to someone and our moment was gone. In the blink of an eye, I wasn’t even a memory anymore.
I could hear an interesting conversation going on behind me and then, there was even a punchline.
"Who is she?"
"You know who she is."
"Yeah, but where did she come from and who is she for real?"
I could hear a few whispers and then a surprised, "Oh!" came out of the one with all the questions. Then…
"But, who is that on her arm?"
"Oh, that’s Sac Coussin . It is an eye grabbing handbag isn’t it?"
I turned around to see his reaction. There wasn’t one. He just nodded his head as if he expected that answer.
When I turned back around, she was standing in front of me. "Hi, who are you?" she asked.
I think my first response was incoherent. But, I finally got to talking. She was every bit of class everyone at the party had said about her. And it was a sheer honor that she had chosen me to have a conversation with her out on the terrace with a few glasses of champagne.
The guy she had entered the room with was doing his own share of mingling. So, she seemed very content to spend time with me. I guess it’s the age old adage where affluence runs off with the peasantry.
Tags: Fifth Ave., Gifts, Sac Coussin Handbag