Pushca Presents The Jewel in Denial

Barely had the sea salt been washed from her diamanté encrusted bikini and the sand painstakingly removed from her Louboutin shoes grain by grain, when Madame Pushca received an urgent communique from lands afar.

'Dearest P' it read, 'You were right all these years, I've been such a fool and it's finally time to face the world and show them the real me. You must come at once' it continued.

The letter was from her old friend, playmate and confident, Prince Wahid of Jahada. The Prince was son to the King of Jahada, an exclusive Arabian principality that made Dubai look like a collection of rusting cattle sheds.

Now Madame Pushca had always suspected that Wahid preferred the desert snake rather than the two humps of the camel but she'd never forced the issue knowing that the environment Wahid lived in wasn't quite as forgiving as her homeland. He'd always been the Jewel in Denial.

Concious that she really should spend more time at home, M.P began to pack her bags immediately and she just couldn't suppress the spine tingling excitement of attending yet another occasion of maximum social significance.

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