She strolls into the Joy for a late lunch, and is immediately escorted to her usual table, where her friends await her arrival. She’s practically on time today, only 20 minutes tardy. She flippantly checks her Blackberry and discovers that she has already received 12 messages from some of the heavy-hitter hotties that she systematically blew off at Hyde’s the night before. No surprise there – she will choose the lucky guy in due time. Since it’s a beautiful SoCal afternoon, she takes her top off (her Bentley that is) and her perfectly styled extensions remain swept off her face by her swanky FK headwraps, as reliable as her bank balance.