The Vault is the spot to hold dinner parties. Most would be lucky to reserve it six months in advance, but Katy? Katy has a way of getting what she wants. And for her 28th birthday, she wanted the new vault room at the famously hip Dominion Bistro.
The guest list is a mere six of us: Katy; her cousin Naomi; Naomi’s husband Riyaz; our dearest friend Mariska; and me. That’s five. Rowan, Katy’s ex-boyfriend, is the sixth. So help me.
In true Katy form, my invitation arrived by mail on black linen paper embossed with gold letters. She personalised mine -- Dearest Lucy xxx -- her calligraphy impeccable. Also Katy: she doesn’t email unless absolutely necessary. She knits. She bakes shortbread cookies and gifts them on vintage plates topped with a muslin cloth. For the year they were together, Katy wrote Rowan love letters by hand. Until last summer, when he broke up with her. Over email.
Usually one to throw bashes, this intimate group is a twist for Katy. Still, I can admit that I’ve been planning my outfit for weeks.
