A day in the life of... Evy
For this edition, our lovely, ever-smiling Evy treats us to a glimpse into the life of her primary — or rather, real — career...
Hi, I'm Evy! Maybe we've already met, maybe not. Either way, I'd love to take you along for a day in (part of) my life...
Thursday morning, 08:00. My alarm goes off and I quickly switch it off. Today is the day I've been working towards for months. I'm organising the biggest networking dinner in the region. The healthy excitement courses through my body, and I decide to enjoy it to the fullest. After a refreshing shower, I put my hair in curlers, rub myself in with my favourite body lotion and feel completely ready for this special day.
At 09:00 I get into the car. Luckily I'd already packed my suitcase last night, because tonight I'm staying on location. That way I can enjoy a glass of champagne without a care. On the way I quickly grab a matcha latte with coconut milk and a fresh banana bread. On arrival at the Conservatorium Hotel, I see my team already hard at work on the preparations. The theme is "Great Gatsby," and the room is already taking on real atmosphere. While the hotel staff carry my suitcase up to my room, I go through the run sheet one more time with my team and welcome the florist. Wow! She's outdone herself again.
Time flies. It's now 15:00 and in two hours the first guests will arrive. Time to get myself ready. In my suite there's a card on the bed: "Evy, thank you for your trust. It's going to be a wonderful evening." Beside it lies a box of praline chocolates. The chocolate melts on my tongue — exactly why I chose this hotel. Here I'm in good hands.
I put on my satin robe, light a few candles and put on a nice lounge playlist. As the minutes tick away, I give my make-up the attention it deserves. The anticipation grows. I need to hurry, or I'll be late to my own event. My gold cocktail dress and black killer heels are already laid out, carefully chosen by my stylist. Underneath I wear a luxurious black lace lingerie set by Honey Birdette. I slip into my set and fasten my stockings to the suspenders. As I look in the mirror, I feel a powerful energy. This is my evening.
In the lift I quickly touch up my lipstick. As soon as the doors open, I see the first guests arriving. I take a glass of Laurent-Perrier Cuvée Rosé Brut and join the guests. The moment has come: I take the floor, open the dinner and raise a toast. The oysters are served, the champagne flows and the networking begins.
After a while, the live band makes way for a DJ — and what a DJ. The business conversations fade and give way to dance moves. I let myself be carried away by the music and feel his gaze burning into me. He's handsome. Far too handsome. His eyes scan me, and I feel my skin tingle under his attention. He's seen me, and I've seen him. The tension between us hangs in the air.
It's now 01:00. I head backstage to touch up my make-up and, to my surprise, the DJ has just walked in too. "Hi Evy, you look gorgeous tonight," he says as he comes closer and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. His perfume fills my senses and I melt inside. We chat briefly about the evening, and just as I'm about to return to the party, he suddenly presses me against the wall. His lips find mine, his hands explore my body. A jolt of desire shoots through me. With his hand moving over my breast to my hips and then to the inside of my thighs, his fingers slip inside me just for a moment. But then — his phone rings. His manager. He has to head to his next booking.
I smile and return to the dance floor, savouring the moment. At 03:00 I take the lift up to my suite. Tired but content, I flop onto the bed. What an evening. I've outdone myself once again and can't wait for the next event.
XOXO, Evy