Anna Wintour had moved past being annoyed and was now fascinated by this babbling idiot sitting next to her.
"And so I said Kim, honey, do you really wanna go blonde because come on. It’s a little tacky, right?" Kris Jenner said with what Anna suspected was a Knowing look.
Anna Wintour didn’t say anything. She hadn’t said anything all night. Not one word. Yet, this asinine woman continued to go on and on.
"And so I said, Jamie, come on. Katie Holmes? Really? Tom Cruise’s used goods? I mean has he seen my daughter Khloe? She’s not single now but she will be after next season. Kanye’s going to talk to him. Try to put something together.” Kris went on, she glanced over at a photographer standing 20 feet away snapping pictures.
Anna started to play Breakfast At Tiffanys in her head. She made a mental note to tell her assistant that the silver McQueen would do for the Jessica Chastain shoot.
"I’m really glad you had Kim to the Met Gala this year. Between us gals: she was nervous and I know it meant so much to her. So, who are you guys thinking for the January 2014 cover? You can tell me. Your secret is safe with me.” Kris nudged Anna, Anna looked over at her. She actually nudged her. Kris then winked. Anna just stared, shocked and appalled.
What the fuck was going on?
She got up. She brushed the invisible dirt off her dress and left the VIP section of the Barclays Center. Kanye West was not worth this no matter how good his music was.