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She hit the headlines in recent weeks after it was alleged that she knocked a motorcylist down in the middle of the road in her Porsche.
Yet, Nicola Roberts, 31, put her recent woes to one side as she let her hair down at the Warner Music and GQ summer party at Nobu Hotel in Shoreditch, London on Wednesday.
Over the course of our time together she runs through a veritable repertoire of them.
There's the demure simper with which she greets me in a London members' club. The knowing half-smile that reproves a mischievous comment.
Offsetting her enviable alabaster skin, she accessorised her look with a complementing leather bag with tassel detailing as she caught up with pal and The Saturdays' singer Vanessa White.But even more than the music, it's the lyrics that mark Roberts out from the plasticky chart pack.Riven with anger and anxiety, they reflect a decade in the celebrity spotlight tainted by bad press and undue abuse.One witness said: I've never heard anything like that before — such filthy language. It then cuts to a slightly gratuitous shot of the former Popstars: The Rivals contestant in a shower, wearing a T-shirt with her bra poking through, looking distressed and generally evoking pain while looking sexy at the same time.
She left her signature long flame-haired locks cascade down her shoulders in a straight style while her trademark fringe framed her blue eyes.