Emily pushed through the double doors into the anteroom, where one of the desks and the office ahead were empty. Emily pulled some boxes to the floor, wrapping paper and bottles of wine, and put some earphones in just as Serena walked in.

"Oh my god, I'm so bo-ored," Serena pouted, as Emily frowned and took her earphones out, "She didn't like the last spread I did and we had to do a conference call from LA. Do you know how hard it is to redo a shoot?"

Emily contented herself with a smile, pulling a box onto her lap and started wrapping.

"You know, this benefits Runway for her to be on the show."

"I couldn't be-lieve it!" Serena stared. "The host of - what is it now - "

"Season ten," Emily nodded, "Nigel and James told me. Apparently, they all have to submit their designs to her before it goes to air."

"What about - "

"Well, he's still stuck in Ibiza in that awful storm," Emily nodded, "Still, I wouldn't pay to be one of those judges."

"Why not?"

Emily paused and glanced up. "Why do you think?"