Even if you've never been to Fred Segal, you've probably heard of this celeb magnet. The two-story shopping mecca on Melrose (there's another larger location in Santa Monica) houses a maze of mini boutiques that are filled with trendy threads boasting high pricetags. I'm partial to their jean bar, where they shorten all my favorite brands (I'm only 5'3") free of charge.

Rodney, Nadine, and I grab our things and walk up to the vine-covered gray stone storefront at exactly 8:58 AM, where a security guard is waiting for us.

"We actually made it." Nadine breathes a sigh of relief.

The guard unlocks the doors to the closed building and ushers us inside. It's weird being here when music isn't pounding over the stereo speakers and the Fred Segal Beauty boutique isn't packed. As we pass the shoe department, I hear someone call my name. I turn and see a petite blonde with a tape recorder strutting towards me.

"It's so nice to meet you," she gushes. "I'm Zara Connors from Teen People."

"It's great to be here." I snap to attention and give her a big smile. "I love Teen People."

"We love to hear that. So you know why we're here then? We want to capture the real you on a shopping excursion. Laney said Fred Segal is your favorite."

"Yes, I shop here all the time," I tell her cheerily.

"You have an hour for hair and makeup before the store opens, then we'll shoot you pointing out your favorite things." Zara consults the schedule in her hand. "At the end, we'll go over some other questions. Sound good?" I nod.

Zara leads the way to the small crew. I quickly say hello to the photo editor, the assistants, and the photographer, Marc Bennet -- making sure to compliment him on the last shoot we did together, a cover for Lucky -- then I head over to my hair and makeup artists, Paul and Shelly. They've been my team on FA ever since I can remember, and I adore them. So does Mom. She makes sure they're hired for all my photo shoots.

"Doll, we've got to stop meeting like this," Paul wails dramatically as I approach the makeshift station of beauty supplies they've set up on a Fred Segal counter. "These nine AM call times after a heinous night on Affair are not good for my beauty rest. And let's just forget about Jacques's reaction. He was beyond bitter when I told him I couldn't meet him for breakfast at Joan's on Third this morning." Jacques, a fellow hair designer (Word of warning: Never call Paul a "hairdresser"), is Paul's latest crush. They've gone on two dates and already Paul is smitten.

"Oh please, you saw him yesterday!" Shelly punches him on the arm.

"Yeah, but that was more than twenty-four hours ago," he sniffs.