AN: The first part of each chapter is going to be in first person (like the movie) and it's based on the Alicia Sylverstone movie not the TV series. I do however hope you enjoy it. It's my first Clueless fic

It's amazing what people think that classy is. I mean, would I pair that dress with that jacket without looking at a computer program, probably not. I already plugged in different algorithms because fashion, fashion is very important. When it comes to personality though, class has a divide, it just shouldn't have to.

As If

Chapter One

Cher smiled to herself gleefully as she opened the letter from the fashion scholarship. After she had graduated, Cher had decided to focus on fashion and had been accepted into multiple programs. Despite the fact that it had taken her away from her friends and her father, Cher had been accepted into Parsons School of Design and seemed to influence people with her character and charm.

She had learned from her years as a high school socialite that there were more important things than just being popular and knowing how sex worked. There was compassion and trying to be a leader and actually caring about the environment and stuff. Yes, she still kept in touch with Dionne who got married during her first year of college to Murray, and she still was dating her one-time-not-anymore-brother, Josh.

Dionne had even said that she had a dream once where Murray became a surgeon called Turkleton, a scenario that was going to give Dione nightmares for years. Turkleton was not the name for a successful surgeon although plastic surgery actually made a lot of money for you in LA.

All in all, Cher was happy and this letter that she was looking at made her even more excited. She squealed as she read it over. "Dear Miss Horowitz, we are proud to extend an offer of a scholarship in Milan. You were selected out of numerous applicants but we think you have a vision, motivation, and exceptional talent that many others did not have. We look forward to hearing from you soon."

Cher paused. She would be going to Milan and not just on vacation. She would be working with people from one of the fashion capitals and she would make connections that would allow her to continue her work even after she returned to the United States. Cher checked the time and picked up her phone. She wanted to call the most important man in her life and tell him the good news.

She waited for the phone to ring and then smiled excitedly as it was picked up, "Daddy?" she asked with a grin and heard her father's laugh.

"Cher, honey, what do I owe to this surprise? You should come home a bit more often, now, I know that they say they need you out there in New York and maybe they do but I need you here. I miss you. How many dresses do you need to make to be famous?" he joked and Cher took a deep breath in.

"I told you about that internship, right? That was like, for the fashion house and to study and it had all these, these really good opportunities but it was a little bit farther from home than you would have liked," Cher said nervously. She wanted to share her excitement with him but she was scared that he would be disappointed she would be overseas for a while.

"The one in China or Japan or somewhere way too far away," he laughed, "Yes."

"Well, I heard back and…" Cher took a deep breath in and felt that her father was holding on the other end of the phone line waiting to see whether this would be congratulatory or if he would have to make some phone calls and see why Cher didn't get it. His baby should be able to do anything and get anything that she set her mind on, "and I got it."

"That a girl," her father laughed, "I better be sending you some of those yen en wen bills." Cher rolled her eyes, she didn't want to mention that her father was uncultured and unworldly, she would hopefully be able to experience that for the both of them.

"It's in Italy actually," Cher said before looking down, "I think I can get an exchange for dollars there quite easily," she tried to tell him before hearing words from her father that made her feel very nervous about the consequence of these words.

"What does Josh say about this?"