Illustration by Cecile Mancion
Christmas Day was actually quiet this year. I spent Christmas Eve with my family which is 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 exodus to Florida and ironically, my mom was in Paris for work. I actually enjoyed the day to myself, I spent it organizing my things, took a long hot bubble bath while sipping on pink champagne with a moisturizing Kenzo Marshmallow mask, followed by watching Christmas movies in my bathrobe.
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 even 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 and I found his father dressed as the Pope and his step-mom dressed as Sophia Loren while nibbling on Osso-Bucco and sipping Barolo. These are my kind of people!
I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of my mom's car coming up the driveway. Excited to see her for a belated Christmas, I ran down to warm up Nespresso and pulled out the panatone for breakfast. My mom walked in with her suitcase in tow and a little gift that she picked up for me in Paris....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!
