Hello sunnies! Amy here, after a long, long break!

I didn't forget about my other stories (in fact, Lorelei just got updated few days ago and the new chapter is waiting patiently). Welcome to the world of great Faeries Fashion!

This is an AU me and Karokitten-chan started a really, REALLY long time ago - over a year now. It finally came to life and I hope I'll manage to be mildly regular about posting new chapters...

...you should know me well by now, I'm going to have a break sooner or later. But I hope Karo will bring my arse back here in case.

For beta-ing this cutie I would like to thank my lovely, sweet Stephy who you all know by now.

Not making the introduction any longer - enjoy! :D

Will be found on my tumblr account - links will appear on my profile soon, because let's face it, ff is a meanie about links in the stories.

Enjoy!

The girl's painted nails tapped on her desk as she read the e-mail that arrived in her inbox this morning.

"Dear Miss StarDressedLoverxo,

Our company is currently looking for a new leading model. Your highly popular blog caught our attention. It is amazing how you, without even showing your face in the pictures, are able to capture public's eye and make them love you.

We would like to invite you to an interview…"

The next part were the praises and usual rambling. Normally, she wouldn't even consider this. She ignored most of the offers that came to her, and the rest got rather rude answers (because they were rude in their e-mails and that annoyed her). There was a reason she has never shown her face in her photos. There was a reason she wore a wig so that everyone thought her hair was brown not blonde and no one thought about her being… well, herself.

She had ran away from home as soon as she began make money with her blog and switched apartaments quite often for her father not be able to find her, after all.

But this company, Faeries Fashion…

It was the place where her mother was modelling. It was her dream since she was a little girl. They played that card in their e-mail - of course she mentioned her inspiration (not that she could write it was her MOTHER) was famous Layla Heartfilia, as if she needed a reminder of that.

The regular salary that they mentioned didn't sound so bad, too, since she really only had what her fans offered her and what the commercials on her blog brought.

She tapped her fingers on the desk again. To follow her dream would be the only option she'd consider, if it was not for her dad.

Her father dearest, a now rich man that her mother fell madly in love while he was still… normal, she guessed, he had never been poor, insisted on her being heir to his business that she did not want. Of course she wouldn't - she was not meant to be the great CEO of his company. Or any company at all.

She wanted to follow her mother's tracks, obviously. She had her kindness, her understanding of people - she was told that a lot as a child, especially after her mother had died. She had her love of books and fashion and color pink and bows and high heeled shoes and heart-shaped earrings. She wore similar clothes. She had her face - her eyes, her nose, cheeks, lips. She even had that one stupid string of hair that would always stick out in the morning. Not to mention her figure was the same! She had her everything!

She sometimes wondered if she even was her father's daughter, not immaculately conceived, because she had nothing - and she meant NOTHING - of him in herself. Or at least she didn't see anything like that.

It didn't bother her at all, to be honest.

(The fact some of her acquaintances could point out some of his traits in her would, if she was aware of it, though. Not that it mattered, she didn't really mean to come back or something.)

She looked at the e-mail again.

"We would love to make you our next face, like your idol, Layla was. Please do confirm if you will meet with us.

Best regards,

Makarov Dreyar,

CEO of Faeries Fashion."

She caught the mouse, suddenly determined.

She could not run from her father forever, could she? She did not want this… nomadic lifestyle, where she didn't have any friend to talk to and nowhere to go on friday night, or was afraid to go to the store without sunglasses and a wig, to continue anymore.

(Even if she did love her wig.)

And she could not let this chance to slip away from her fingers.

"Dear Mr. Dreyar,

I'd be honoured to meet up with you. Please send me the date and time at when I need to arrive. I'm good whenever you are.

I already know the address.

Thank you for your kind words,

StarDressedLoverxo."

As she hit send, she knew there was no coming back now.

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Love, Amy!