Today is my first day of work.

Haha, I love saying that. Sometimes I think that I shouldn't be having a job at sixteen, but passion is my fashion. Wait! That's not right! It's fashion is my passion. Oh no. I'm going to fail today, and then I'll get fired. Just "fantastique".

It's a good thing that Gigi is coming with me.

I don't think I could make it without her.

"How's my granddaughter with a job doing?" she says, coming out of the hotel bathroom. Her hair is up in a bun, and she's wearing a navy blue skirt with a gray top and black heels. Very professional.

"Oh nothing much. Just waiting for you."

I sigh.

She continues putting on lipstick and eyeliner.

"You know, I'm really impressed by what you've done so far. I think you could set a record here for youngest fashion designer."

I smile at that. Gigi is always complimenting me and stuff to make me feel better.

"Thanks, but I doubt it, someone probably already took that title."

She rolls her eyes up at the ceiling.

"Well, just stop shaking. You are Megan Rose Wong, fashion designer! Have some confidence!"

I grin.

"Okay, but the longer you stand there observing your eyes the less confident I'm going to get."

She opens her mouth to speak. I cut her off before she can say anything else.

"And no, there aren't bags under your eyes either, so let's go!"

I've turned into impatient toddler mode and I start fiddling with my clothing.

"And, just one last little touch. Anddd, just one more thing. Andddddd, done!"

"You ready?"

She questions, purse in one hand, lipstick in another.

"Uh, yeah! Took you long enough!"

We both laugh at that and hook arms and skip- okay, more like stride- down to VOGUEFRANCAIS.

Gigi and I stop to look at the places in France mentioning every place we go.

"Oh, that's la gare! And un epicerie!"

Train station and grocery store.

"Megan look!"

Gigi points.

"It's a boutique and there's a mall too."

I nudge her elbow as if to say, "Mark that. We'll be back there."

She gives me a look back, "One step ahead of you."

I shake my head. Paris with Gigi has been awesome so far.

We reach the VOGUEFRANCAIS building, and I swipe my card to get in.

I take in a huge breath. This is it.

Claire already showed me my office so Gigi and I head for it.

Gigi is supposed to be my assistant and make helpful suggestions to my designs.

Why do I think she's going to be whirling around in a chair the entire time?

"Alright , here's your coffee."

Gigi winks at me when she says the word coffee. We have a tradition where we say we're going out for coffee, but we really just get hot chocolate the entire time. With my mother we say it's nature tea. It's our only way of escaping the wrath of my mother's cooking. I sigh. I miss my mother.

"Gigi? Please phone my mother."

She picks up the phone.

"Lily? Oh Lily, Miss. Wong would like to speak to you."

Gigi can't call me Megan here.

She hands over the phone.

"Hi Megan. How are you doing? Do you need to come home?" My mother has a freaked out tone in her voice.

"Mom, I'm fine. Really. I just wanted to call."

"Oh well, I hope you're having fun. Listen honey. I have to go now, but I'll call you back later. I love you."

"You too."

And I hang up with a frown.
Gigi gives me a sympathetic look.

She's not allowed to talk about anything but work with me.

"Gigi, I need you to look over my papers and sort them out, I'm going to get some water."

I couldn't drink my hot chocolate. I missed my mom too much.

I dragged my feet over to the "kitchen", until I made a dead stop when I heard Claire's voice.

She looked like she was on the cell phone and she was talking to somebody. I was about to leave the room until I noticed my designs in her perfectly manicured nails.

"The designs? No, they aren't mine, yet. I already paid the designer."

"Who's the designer?" she continues.

"Her name is Megan Wong. Yes! I did pay her. Besides she's not even a professional designer. She's a little girl. But I'll need to change the name. I'm thinking of "An original by Claire Sinarkus"."

I left the room with my mouth all the way open.

She did not pay for my designs!

She's stealing them!

Wait a second, I recognize the name. Sinarkus! I didn't know that was her! Claire Sinarkus was a fashion fail back in 2005! She also got into jail! She has been trying to make a comeback since then!

I have just been blackmailed by Claire Sinarkus.

Am I going to tell on her?

No, of course not. That wouldn't be fun.

Claire Sinarkus is about to get the best prank of her life.