At the Holt Renfrew party, it was literally impossible to have your cake and eat it, too

Knocking back dirty Grey Goose martinis and dancing in Christian Louboutin heels is hard work, and thus around 1 a.m., everyone at the Holts party longingly eyed the decadent dessert table laden with three-tiered cakes and colourful candies. Lifting a cover and descending on a blueberry, a daring man was suddenly surrounded by three security guards:

“Sir, you can’t eat the cake.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”