Vivienne had been touring and was extremely happy to receive Rachel's invite. Her friend and mentor's birthday fell on a very fortunate already scheduled tour break, otherwise her manager would never have let her come...something about money lost. Vivienne would have been hard pressed, the money didn't matter as she was worth well over $200 million, it would have been the letting down of her fans for her. She'd had her pilot fly her out from London and had her assistant bring her favored car to where she would be landing. This would be a good thing for her, the 26 year old had been working almost non-stop since she'd gotten out of rehab two years ago. Music, television guest role spots, modeling, getting help from Donatella with establishing a clothing line, perfume, just things that would enhance her 'brand'.<br/><br/>She had made sure that she looked absolutely perfect before departing the private jet, Vivienne was her mother's daughter in that respect. There was never a hair out of place when her mother would go anywhere, God rest her soul. She was wearing a bright pink and fashionable sundress, the hem came to rest at almost mid-thigh and it showed a bit of cleavage. She saved the almost dangerous amount of cleavage for awards shows and the like. Her nails were perfectly manicured and she'd just gotten a pedicure. Her skin was sun-kissed and smooth. Hair was flowing down to the small of her back, the platinum...honey blonde...red streaks throughout stood out in the bright sunlight.<br/><br/>She parked her Aston Martin next to a motorcycle and Lamborghini  before getting out, getting her things, and locking it. Making her way along the pier and over to where the birthday girl was.<em>This is going to fun</em>, Viv thought to herself.