Perks of being a Fashion Blogger

Chapter 4

It was a freaking Sunday morning. I usually sleep off until the afternoon. I had an hour to get ready before Tyler pick me up so I rolled off my bed and get up walking like a zombie.

After showering, I brush my hair and just keep my skin really fresh with moisturizer, and that's it. On normal days, I let my face breath from my everyday make-up routine. My readers always compliment my good skin. Thanks to my Mom's genes because I don't get acnes, just zits occasionally and I have a monthly check up to my trusted dermatologist.

One thing that I need to get used to while living here is the California weather. I was melting like a popsicle when I first came here. So I decided to just wear a sleeveless sunny dress that I bought in a thrift store from one of my trips in Hongkong, paired it with my prized posession - my Chanel two-toned flats that I can basically wear with everything. I grabbed my purse which contain all of my essentials before I headed downstairs.

I go to the front lobby of the building where Tyler was supposed to be waiting for me, turns out I'm the one who's gonna be waiting for him instead. I sit at the reception area and grasped on my iPad to check my mails. I hadn't bother replying to the comments on my blog earlier. In just 12 hours, I received hundreds of comments and retweets. A simple "Thank you" was enough to make them feel loved. Of course, I still receive hates from bashers and opinionated people. It was really hard for me to deal with the negative comments. The only comment that always bothers me is when they ask what I do full time, how I can gain hundred of dollars for just posting my OOTD, and they compare me to those employers who worked 8-12 hours but their wages weren't still enough. On that case, I always defend myself. Just because I'm not working in an office that doesn't mean that I am not hardworking. Sometimes I felt like giving up, but I kept going - which I'm glad I did.

The blasting music of One Direction's Steal My Girl interrupt me from what I'm doing. It came from Tyler's car. Rolling my eyes, I gather my things and went to his car. "Good morning Ingrid!" Tyler squealed rather enthusiastically. I know he's in a good mood today because he will be working with Martine Stammer, a runway model that he has been fan-girling so much.

"I can feel your positive vibes from inside the building!" I yelled over the loud music. He turned down the volume of the stereo before speaking.

"You know how much I stalked her over the past months! I still can't believe that I will see her tomorrow! Can't wait to take selfie with her!" he said while throwing a giggly fit.

"I'm happy for you bestie! I know that you must be running some errands by now, but you didn't turned me down today." I said sincerely.

"Save your drama darling! You know that I'm always here to help. Anyway, let's go get some frappe because I don't think I can take the heat today." he said while pulling over at the Starbucks.

The blazing sun greet us with its melting temperature while we get out of the car. I took my Gucci shades on my purse and wear it. When we got inside the coffee shop, we were instantly greeted by the crews. I went to the counter to order my favorite beverage in Starbucks.

"One tall Iced Caramel Macchiato with extra caramel and a plain bagel please."

She looked up at me and I could see surprise written all over her face.

"Sure, Miss Ingrid," she started tapping on her screen. Once I paid my bill, Tyler began to order. I noticed the girl suddenly blushed seeing him. Well, I can't blame him though. If you didn't really know Tyler, you would actually be attracted to him instantly. He was pretty good looking plus his strong British accent when he talks.

There was an open spot for two on one of the red velvet couches, we quickly grabbed it. When we got our orders, Tyler was camera-ready to take pictures of the food. (Another cliché thing bloggers do!) Dishes don't keep looking their best for very long. After a few snaps, I quickly grab my drink to take a sip.