Life as a Poser

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I felt sure that my life had changed for the better before we even landed in Los Angeles -- but then, everything seems better in first class.

I'd gotten bumped up from coach courtesy of my Aunt Laurel, who had called the airline and forked over some of her frequent flyer miles. "Evie, pet, I have five and a half billion extra miles -- the least I can do is get you out of steerage." That's what she'd said, and of course I'd gushed with gratitude.

But I don't think she really did it out of some belated sense of auntly adoration. I think she did it because she felt guilty about dumping me with my grandparents for the past fourteen years. And also because she didn't want me picking up any nasty colds or sore throats in economy class and getting her sick. "Don't forget your Emer'gen-C before takeoff," was how she'd closed every phone conversation for the past two weeks.

But whatever -- who cares why she did it because the bottom line is, first class rocks. I'd never been on the other side of the curtain on an airplane, and now I knew what I'd been missing all these years: Lemon-scented hot towels! A three-course m ... read full excerpt from Life as a Poser ebook