I covered my eyes with sunglasses, dimming the entire street from the bright midday sunlight.

My hat casts a shadow over my face, and my clothes for today were ordinary.

Nothing too expensive, no brands, no glitter. Just something a celebrity would choose to wear if they want to walk downtown without getting stopped by fans wanting autographs.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection from a store window as I breezed past it. I look like a woman out to get groceries, not someone whose face was plastered everywhere — on billboards, bus ads, social media.

Everything feels surreal.

The city breathed loudly around me, bustling cars on the...