Sidling up to the Kensington school gates for my son’s first day of reception, I thought I looked put together. Floral dress? Check. Makeup and blow-dry? Most definitely.
But then I noticed something altogether different. There were a group of mothers who looked so elite and glamourous that there was only one category for them: ‘hot mums.’
You could tell by their designer garb and enormous diamond wedding rings that they were the epitome of luxury. With their polished clothes, bodies, hair and faces, I instantly felt scruffy and wanted to know all their beauty secrets.
What they’d had done, who trained them,
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