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The retro one-piece featured wide-legs and spaghetti straps that highlighted her petite frame with aplomb as she navigated her way into the bash in a chic platform.
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.
A famous person lifting the corners of their mouth in aid of good publicity? And yet charming, charismatic and forthright though she is, Roberts – one fifth of all-conquering girl group Girls Aloud – has a reputation to contend with.
In 2002, when she, Nadine, Cheryl, Kimberley and Sarah won talent show Popstars: The Rivals and hit the tabloids running, she swiftly found herself dubbed the "moody one" of the band.
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.
She's described it as "a funeral song": was her major record label bemused by such a deathly curio?
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.
The Girls Aloud singer oozed boho vibes as she slipped into a plunging yellow jumpsuit, equipped with floral and abstract print throughout for the festivities.
Her perilously low-cut number drew attention to her cleavage while the loose-fitting seventies inspired garment skimmed her slender figure.