Yes Jesus guys you must think by now that I am some kind of totally hysterical teenager but I need to share something in capslock again: OLIVIA PALERMO IS IN THE SAME HOTEL AS US! Let me start at the beginning.

Jet and I are staying during this London Fashion Week in one of the best hotels in the city, Hotel St. Martins Lane. The lobby alone is like a museum, with the most beautiful furniture and designer pieces you have ever seen. Like two fish out of water, we are wide-eyed and immediately put the restaurant and hotel bar to a thorough test. On Saturday night we were having a glass of wine in the bar. It was busy, full of well-dressed men and women. From the chair I was sitting in, I looked straight into the lobby and somewhere in the middle of a sentence from Jet, the world stopped turning. Did I just see? Was that? No, that can't be. Or can it?

“Jet Olivia is standing there.”

“NO. Really? Now picture!”

“No I don't dare OMG I'm not drunk enough.”

“Lies NOW picture we are going.”

In the seconds that followed as we walked from the bar to the lobby, she walked out of the hotel towards a big gray Mercedes that was idling, ready to take her away. We are too late. TOO LATE. I could kick myself for not intervening immediately, not jumping out of my chair to ask for a picture. For a hysterical teenager, I’m not handling this very well. I smoked 3 nervous cigarettes while discussing The Situation and the question that immediately came up was, what was she doing here? She was fully dressed up and the photos we later see prove that she was going to the Marchesa show, dressed in Marchesa. Was she picking someone up here? Did she eat here? What. Was. She. Doing. Here? The only conclusion is that she must be staying here. It just can't be otherwise. That evening we went out to dinner with friends at Jak’s, a really nice restaurant with incredibly delicious food and I needed the entire taxi ride there to recover from the excitement and disappointment.

The next day I Google Olivia Palermo + St Martins Lane and yes, she sleeps here. Always. “It’s the most elegant hotel in town” she says in an interview. And when asked what the first thing is she does when she arrives in London, the answer is “I check in with my two best friends who live here. We usually go straight for lunch at Jak’s.”

WHAT KIND OF GAME IS THE UNIVERSE PLAYING WITH ME?!

I would prefer to stay in the lobby for the rest of my stay in London but that is probably a bit unrealistic. She has never been closer, yet still so so far away. To be continued, hopefully.