A grin back, sixteen and out of school with an apprenticeship didn’t sound like a bad gig at all, even if it was just fetching drinks for others. Everyone had to start somewhere. At the mention of the famous stylist’s name, Isobel’s eyebrows shot up over her drink, and when she’d put it down and licked her lips clean, she said, clearly impressed, because who wouldn’t be? “Wow, Rachel Zoe. That must have been amazing.”
Taking the opportunity, not to brag because, hey, she knew names, but more because Kenzie was interested in the same, knew what she was talking about, she went on to list other stylists’ work she liked. Any spare time she would trawl fashion blogs. “I love Nicole Chavez’s styling, too. And Petra Flannery. And Jessica Paster. Oh and did you see Rihanna’s dress at the Grammys?” Of course she would have, and when Is realised she was rattling things off without much of a breath, she paused to give a little smile and dunk the marshmallow from her saucer into her drink. She could never go past the awards shows, and in fact her Sunday coming she was firmly booked out with no distractions to watch the Oscars red carpet on E!. “What’s been your favourite so far? Job or client, or,” she grinned. "Anything."