Random, Non-Makeup Related, 1970s Fiction Reboot In My Brain

Okay but what if–what if, people–Miss Havisham was a supermodel back in the 70s who fell deeply in love with a scam artist who talked her into replacing her agent with him? He was shady–most of her modeling money went up his nose–and he left her in Studio 54 one night to run off with someone else more rich and more famous. She never heard from him again.

Now Miss Havisham lives in a dated, poorly maintained loft in the East Village, wandering her rooms in her old, faded Halston and occasionally wrenching her ankle on the lone platform shoe she still wears. All her clocks are stopped at the ungodly hour of the morning when Liza Minnelli told her she saw him leave with Cher on his arm.


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