It's always in fashion. Off the shoulder . . . hip-hugging . . . tossed on the floor . . . RED VELVET. What to wear when you'd rather wear nothing at all . . .
Okay, Ruth Pirelli lost a crazy bet. She has to give up her beloved sweats and sneaks, and wear a black leather micromini and red velvet high heels to walk her dog. Next thing she knows, a goombah mistakes her for some mob guy's girlfriend-and he wants to know if she's ready for a sun-filled, fun-filled weekend in Brooklyn with la famiglia. Um, no. To the rescue: Nicky Del Bianco, superstud neighbourhood cop who needs her to work undercover. But would Ruth like to check into a four-star Manhattan hotel for five-star sex first? Um, yes . . .
Pam Kendricks is so not wild when it comes to clothes or anything else. Her wardrobe is beige. Her sofa is beige. Her life is beige. That skintight red velvet dress in the designer box can't be for her.
