Fashion's Princess

1| New York City

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A friendly attendant pulled up to my aisle number, smiling at me. I smiled back but didn't take off my sunglasses. 

The man next to me, decided to order his drink first. I didn't mind. If I could avoid people figuring me out, I would postpone it for as long as possible. 

I pretended to be deciding as I looked at the meager airplane menu before handing it back. I passed the man his drink and he received it gratefully. 

"I would like a water. No ice, please." I said carefully. I was watching her face now, making sure to be ready when she recognized my voice. 

"Of course, dear." She said kindly, handing the water to me. 

As I reached forward to grab it, my sunglasses slid forward a little. Darn, I knew I shouldn't have gotten Dior sunglasses, I sighed inwardly as the flight attendant's eyes widen and her mouth forms a red "o". 

"Oh my god," she said, placing a hand over her heart. "You're. . . Skyler Chase!" She whispers at the end, holding up a finger and digging in her uniform for a pen. 

"My daughter absolutely loves you. Uh, can you sign an autograph for her? Her name's Audrey." The attendant said, handing me the napkin along with a pen. 

"Of course." I flash one of my famous Skyler Chase smiles at her and she almost faints in relief at how I didn't refuse. 

Dear Audrey, 

Be positive. Remember, you don't have to be 5'10 to be awesome. 

Skyler Chase

The thing about signing autographs is that no one will believe the receiver if you just wrote your nickname or your first name. You have to include all of it. That's why people don't say things like: "you look like Taylor!" because no one would know what you mean. You'd have to say things like: "oh my god, those Keds are so Taylor Swift!" 

Well, in her case, "swift" is just fine. 

The flight attendant gives me a free chocolate. "I know you're not supposed to eat this stuff, but this is Audrey's favorite." The attendant smiles at me and I take it. She moves along the aisle and I look at the chocolate. 

Kit-Kat. My favorite too. 

I unwrap the bar gratefully and the plane starts shaking. 

"Passengers, the buckle your seatbelt sign as appeared. Please remain seated while we pass through this turbulence. We will land in twenty minutes." I sighed in relief. 

"Are you really Skyler Chase?" The man next to me asked. 

I sighed. "Yes. Keep it down, will you?" I glanced around making sure no one else heard. 

"Do you know Meryl Streep? I have one of her first movies and I'd like her to sign it." He whispered. 

"Why are you asking me?" I asked, taken aback. It wasn't that I was offended that he was totally ignoring the fact that I was international supermodel, but he expected me to know Meryl Streep? 

But yes, I do know her. We met at the Golden Globes when I tagged along with Cara. 

Oops. Full effect. I forgot. 

Cara Delevigne. 

"Because, if you know Meryl Streep, she could sign this and I could make hundreds!" The man said excitedly. 

"I-sir, you can't ask her to sign that unless you meet her or pay." I said firmly. There were strict policies on that. Apparently, our signatures with $5 sharpies were worth a lot. Don't ask why.