Amber Green Takes Manhattan. Rosie Nixon

your nose into that,’ he said, holding it in front of my face as though it contained a stash of cocaine. A strong, heady, musky scent much stronger than Liv’s perfume wafted out.

      ‘Oh, yeah, got it – that’s… unmistakable,’ I uttered, before sneezing uncontrollably for a few seconds.

      ‘I’m so happy you love it!’ Liv screeched, lunging at me for the third time in a matter of minutes. She then turned to high five Mickey and back to high five me. I raised a limp hand to hers, before sneezing again.

      Candle lit, lights dimmed (by Mickey, not me – I could barely make out the clothes) and, sneezing subsided, I showed her to a rail of seventies flared jeans. Thankfully, Dana had introduced me to a friend of hers – Patti Rose, owner of Rose’s Fashion Emporium, the biggest fashion rental house in New York – and she’d kindly put me on the books of ‘trusted lenders’ as a favour to Dana, in advance of my getting any paid work. It was already becoming obvious that Dana had a lot of industry influence.