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Want the truth behind that effortless glow of a French girl? Find how how and why they pull it off, and the American horror story that may be making it harder for us in the United States…
Welcome to The Natty Style Files, a peek into the world of a fashion-obsessed gal, making a name for herself in the Big Apple, bite by bite. Expect plenty of style advice and tips to share in the fun! Read Natty's first column here.
Recently I was invited to a wedding in Monaco. The bride: a vivacious, twentysomething, Jersey-born brunette who works for a storied fashion house in NYC. The groom: a handsome banker from a well-to-do French family, with eyes for nobody but his betrothed. The two address each other with a mix of French and English pet names, live a life deemed comfortable by anyone’s standards, and above all, exude the sort of romance and passion that inspire Nicholas Spark novels. You want to hate them but you can’t because their warmth and love radiates to everyone and anyone they come in contact with. Of course, I didn’t know most of this at the time — because the invitation came in the form of a “plus one” from my best friend, Krystal.
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