Armed with a big hat, dark glasses in case I have a brush with paparazzi, and six inches, high heels, I was brimming with confidence as I stepped out of my car at the designer's studio. As I expected , someone had hinted to some lowlife reporters that I would be showing up at the uptown mall and the moment I stepped out of my car, they came for me.

Without Uncle Liam acting as my bodyguard, I was scared and dashed into the shop. Thank goodness my hair was let down and I had my large, dark sunshades on. I had covered my face with concealer so I was...