I also know of her irl. I worked in one of the cafes, in the local town. Her clique is just as shallow and awful as Erica. They meet for coffee, all hugs, kisses and darling you look amazing. They all order coffee, never straight forward. Oat milk, extra hot, extra dry!?!? (Yes that’s a thing) blah blah. When one of them left to pick up little darling from after school football in Ipswich, the real them came out. Really bitchy. What is she wearing, she’s looking old that kind of thing. Luckily a more trendy coffee place opened up, and off they went. To take pictures by pink walls. I will say the Irish magazine editor, the American gardener and the adhd craft lady are lovely. Ladies step away from the toxic leech.