Cate Blanchard’s dressing room

We touch base in Milan Malpensa mid afternoon and take the train into the city centre to check into the hotel pre-booked for us by work. It’s the home stretch now to Milan fashion week with only two weeks to go.

I have an adjoining room with Brett. We’ve know one another two years. He’s hair and I’m makeup, and work flew us out for a week to start toying around with different styles for the models and the front row guests.

I’ve been excited about the trip for weeks and it’s not because of Cate Blanchard. It’s because of Brett, the colleague I’ve secretly been crushing on for two years.