It is the holiday party event every fashionista anticipates with tingles: Bernie’s Yultide Pride.

Naturally, everyone adored my miss rowe party dress and Louboutin heels. Though there were many flashy statements indeed, something must be stated for elegant sophistication and miss rowe embodies it, as do I. I prefer to let others drape themselves in tinfoil and lamé. I can never go wrong with classic and tasteful.

While Bernie was doing his hosting rounds, he stopped to introduce me to his newest friend, Mademoiselle LaPierre, a Parisian socialite in Canada for the holidays to visit Quebec’s Hôtel de Glace, skate in Ottawa, ski in Banff, and shop in Toronto. Bernie thought I might be interested in profiling Mademoiselle LaPierre for a story, but she preferred to mingle with him. Normally, I would be offended, but not tonight. Mademoiselle LaPierre was not whom she claimed to be. She was Madame Rouge.

When she acted as though she did not know me, I followed her cue and pretended as though we had never met. The Fashion Mafia seem to be checking up on their new recruit.