Interviewer: Thank you for agreeing to this interview for Grape magazine.
Lady Fae: Are you really a magazine or just a blog?
Nancy: Fae! Let the man do his job.
Interviewer: We have both. It’s a small publication but influential in the field.
Lady Fae: Is that so? I’ve never heard of you and to be honest, I don’t really like the looks of you.
Nancy: Oh dear, methinks Lady Fae has had a bit too much to drink.
Interviewer: Are you sure you would like to do this interview?
Lady Fae: I didn’t before, but now I do. I want to see you squirm in front of two beautiful wealthy women. So go on then, do your thing.
Interviewer: I know that your club has had many conversations on the subject of love, so perhaps we can start there. What do you think of love? Do you think it’s real?
Lady Fae: What kind of silly question is that? Of course love is real. Every woman will find the love of her life and live happily. At least until he cheats with the secretary and runs off to the Bahamas.
Nancy: I’m not so grim. Love comes in many shades and colours. Sometimes we become infatuated with someone, but it turns out to be just… lust or something else.
Interviewer: Something else like what?
Nancy: Oh I don't know, like friendship. That is a type of love, isn’t it?
Interviewer: So you believe that a man and woman can be friends?
Lady Fae: My husband!
Interviewer: I beg your pardon?
Lady Fae: That’s who you remind me of, my ex-husband. Oh, so brash and overbearing. Always questioning. Always pontificating. You even have the same haircut.
Nancy: I happen to think that while men and women cannot truly be friends, there’s still camaraderie that can be achieved. We’re a community after all, you just have to know where those boundaries lie. Maybe spice it up with a little bit of harmless flirting.
Lady Fae: Oh, he loved his hair and his manicured hands. So vain. He thought every woman wanted him. Is that what you think too?
Interviewer: Me?
Lady Fae: You’re probably undressing me with your eyes right now.
Interviewer: I assure you-
Lady Fae: A multi-millionaire divorcée, you tell yourself, easy pickings. But if you think I’m going to fall for those beguiling eyes and invite you to the Harold Hotel tomorrow at nine PM, room five-seventeen, you’re mistaken.
Nancy: But I suppose that it’s hard to know where those boundaries lie. I mean. What if I say hello to another man who’s not my husband? Will that lead to a night of hot passionate sex in a fancy hotel?
Lady Fae: Room five-seventeen. Nine sharp. I have to get up early and catch a flight.
Interviewer: Thank you both.
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