"Thank you." I take the bags slowly. "That's so nice." If Kathy could only see my bathroom. It's exploding with free products. I could run a small spa out of my house.

HOLLYWOOD SECRET NUMBER THREE: Big stars get a lot of free stuff. Small stars get zippo. Okay, maybe they get a small discount or a free handbag now and then, but not often. This secret has no logic, I know. Once you can afford things, free stuff starts showing up at your publicist's office on a daily basis. Mention that you can't live without a certain moisturizer on Live with Regis and Kelly and they'll ship a box out the next day.

Kathy joins our posse as we hit the jeans bar. Marc has me pose with several pairs of denim while Zara fires off questions like, "What's your favorite thing to wear on your day off?"( "My Princess Leia t-shirt with cut-off green sweatpants. I find green soothing.") "What did you spend your first paycheck on?"( "When I was seven, I bought a massive trampoline for our backyard.") "How much is your current handbag?"( "I splurged on thousand-dollar cream canvas and green leather Prada bowler bags for my friend Liz and me -- but I had to ask my mom's permission first.")

As we make our way to the shoe department, I notice our group has grown. A lot. Several girls are following us, even though they're trying not to make it obvious. "Isn't this cute?" one pipes up, holding up a pink sequined top and showing it to her giggling friend. Another tries to take a picture with her camera phone, but Rodney puts the kibosh on that. "Can Kaitlin take a picture?" she begs. Rodney takes another bite of his Almond Bar and says "after the shoot."

By eleven-thirty we've hit every department in the store. For the final shot, Marc gets the group of girls following us to pose for a picture of me "leaving" with dozens of Fred Segal bags. Most of the bags were actually mine since Kathy kept trying to give me anything I said was cute, including a pair of funky banana-yellow pumps.

Once I've signed autographs and posed for pictures, I finish my interview with Zara. After a few softballs (I told her my most embarrassing moment was when I accidentally spat food on Julia Roberts at a party), Zara wants to know the real dirt.

"Everyone in our office is obsessed with Trevor Wainright." She sighs. "We love his character, Ryan. What's it like to kiss him?"

"He's a great kisser. He has really soft lips," I giggle. Hey, it's true. Not that I have so many guys to compare him to.

"I'm sure it's awkward though," Zara comments, "since Sky has a thing for Trevor."

"You'd have to ask her about that." I calmly dodge the ticking time bomb.