Illustration by Cecile Mancion
Christmas Day was actually quiet this year, I spent Christmas Eve with my family which was a story in itself to be shared at a later date but the actual day was spent alone. My cousins were with their new wives, my grandparents were packing for their Florida hibernation and ironically, my mom was in Paris for work. I actually enjoyed my day to myself, I spent the day organizing my things, took a long hot bubble bath while sipping on pink champagne and wearing a moisturizing Kenzo Marshmallow mask.
The truth is that the holiday was not the force behind coming back to New York. I actually wanted to stay in France where I was invited to celebrate with Séb's family but had to decline because I had administrative and personal things to take care of that couldn't be handled in Paris. I can't wait until my life is 100% in France.
Séb whose family is ever more colorful than mine (if you can believe it) hosted an Italian-themed Christmas dinner where Séb dressed up as Tony Soprano and was missing his little Italian princess who would have been the best, most authentic prop in the house. Give me fake nails, blue eyeliner and air dry my hair...insta-guidette.
Missing Séb, I called him on Skype for a quick coucou where he passed the computer around the dining room where I found his father was dressed as the pope and his step-mom dressed as Sophia Loren.
My mom came back from her trip with a little gift for me....Sébastien! C'est. pas. vrai! What little schemers! She scooped him up from Paris and delivered him to New York.
I had no idea. Apparently they have been planning this for a month via secret email sessions.
So now mon amour is here...on Long Island. A Frenchman on Long Island. Oh là là là là.
