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Lately I've been dreaming of being world famous a lot.

And I mean truly world famous. Obviously that's never going to happen.

Let's be honest. I'm the biggest loser at my school.

Because when is someone truly famous?

When they get 4000 likes?

-Hey, girls. Welcome to my first… -Ten thousand followers?

One million views?

Well, that means I have no chance.

I'm Esmee. My fashion blog currently has five followers.

My mother, and four creepy guys.

Dirty Harry 357 visits my site the most.

I secretly hope he looks like this.

But I fear he doesn't.

My blog only really covers one designer: Victor Wolff from Wolff Fashion.

I've been following him for years. I was there when he…

Well…

When he permanently stopped designing.

His rather eccentric daughter

took over the company, and immediately, the spotlight was on her.

Well, she does have style.

My father was a visionary when it came to fashion.

I'm going to prove that I will be, too. I mean, am.

I was one of the first people to interview her.

Victoria.

-Well, almost, anyway. -Honey, don't stay up too late.

No, of course not.

Oh, well. You're probably thinking:

What is a dull frump like you doing in the fashion industry?

You're not the only one.

I used to see myself as a huge fashion design talent.

I wore a new creation every day, and eventually

everybody had an opinion about that.

Hi, Esmee. Nice outfit.

-Thanks. -Where did you get it?

Made it myself.

Okay. Creative.

Oh, Esmee, smile.

Let me see. Oh my God.

They even created a Facebook page about me.

After being featured on it every day for two weeks

I decided to wear only boring clothes and to be as inconspicuous as possible.

What else could I do?

And since then, I've been dreaming of being world famous.

D-DAY: ANNOUNCEMENT INTERNSHIPS

Fuck!

Dull and gray. Even today.

The day they announce who gets to intern at Wolff Fashion.

-Hi, Mom. -Hi, honey. I'm still loading the van.

-I bought some things. -I'll hitch a ride with you.

Oh, that's nice. They're for that job at Anita's, you know?

They have the most amazing villa.

Are you wearing that gray thing again? Honey, you have so many lovely clothes.

She's right, it is an ugly cardigan.

But it's better than everyone laughing at me.

The world just isn't ready for my designs.

Will you let me know when you hear something?

Will do. Bye.

Great. And honey, if it doesn't happen, it's not the end of the world, okay?

Okay.

My mother thinks my fashion obsession is an illness I'll overcome one day.

Oh, shit. Honey?

What can I say? She's my mother.

Can you…

-Mom. -Sorry. Come and push.

It's hardly any trouble. Okay.

NEL CLEAN & QUICK

Hi, Nel. Do you need a hand? Good morning.

Hi, Max.

Yes, here it goes.

-Hey, Esmee. -Hey.

-On your way to work? -No. Why?

So this isn't your cleaning outfit?

That's Tiffany.

I could have been just like her.

Congratulations.

You've won 16 million euros in the national lottery.

-What? -Congratulations.

-Thank you. -Excuse me. Wrong house.

Hello?

I have a surprise for you. Sixteen million euros.

It's not that I'm jealous.

But why did she of all people have to win that money?

She's been unbearable since she won all that money.

Vince.

What do you see in her?

Aside from the fact that she's rich and popular--

-I'm taking part. -In a dance battle?

You can't dance. Come on.

That's Max. My best friend since… Well, a very long time.

He's just as big of a loser as I am, and he delivers pizzas. Super boring.

I wouldn't wear that coin on my forehead.

Ladies, have some respect for our model.

Yes, I'm trying to work here.

Okay.

Why didn't you call me back last weekend?

-I went to Piazza Della Moda. -No way.

You know what I bought?

-This new bag. -Beyoncé has that, too.

-Oh my God, I need one too. -Twelve hundred euros.

-We can't afford that. -Hey, hello.

Oh, Esmee.

Too bad the three internships at Wolff Fashion will be ours, huh?

And then she went shopping at Piazza Della Moda.

I bet she's getting the internship at Wolff Fashion

while I get the one that was last on my list.

What? This is impossible.

The thrift shop? That's a shop for losers. I signed up for Wolff Fashion.

You have no business at the Netherlands' biggest fashion house.

Look at your clothes.

This is ridiculous.

Dad? You have to help me.

Do you remember the internship at Wolff Fashion?

What?

INTERNSHIPS

This is amazing!

From now on, everything will be different.

And the Young Talent Award will go to Esmee.

What an honor.

Shut up, bitch.

My first day at Wolff Fashion.

Bye-bye, Sméagol. Hello, Esmee.

That's mine. Sorry.

Hi.

Here, I'm going to show the world who I really am.

Without being hindered by arrogant, talentless nobodies like…

Oh, look. Sméagol's here, too.

Frump.

Tiffany, what are you doing here?

They need someone stylish working here, don't they?

-They have more than enough boring frumps. -She means you.

Sméagol.

-Did you hear? Gloria fired Charles. -Hello. We're here for Miss Wolff.

Because he was in her parking spot. For five minutes.

Hello?

Sorry.

Sorry, I…

Linda, could you please bring this rack to the sales department?

-I didn't see you. -No problem. I was in the way.

-Are you the new intern? -Yes.

-Do you always look like this? -No. My bad.

Never mind. Let me see.

That looks promising. I'm curious to see if you can surprise us at Wolff Fashion.

-I think you can. -We're here for the internship.

-Ah, more interns. -Yes, duh.

Yes. It's a bit of a madhouse here, because Fashion Week is coming up.

I'm Lucien, the assistant director. Follow me.

This is our secretary. She's useless, so please direct all questions to me.

The new bag collection in four trendy colors.

You're allowed to look at them, but don't touch them. Thank you.

-Oh, sorry. -This will be your department.

I just wanted to show her the designs of my shoe.

That sort of thing happens here every day.

Victoria is making her daily round.

And it looks like she is eager to meet you all later.

During your internship you will create a design for the Young Talent Award.

And so far, we've won it every time.

No pressure.

Tomorrow you will present a mood board to Victoria.

Okay, we three are a team.

Okay.

Okay, ladies. Welcome to Wolff Fashion.

Esmee, can you come with me?

Yes, sure. I was done anyway.

How?

-Are your friends always this… -Awful?

-They're not my friends. -I can imagine that.

-Here, this looks much better on you. -Oh, wow. Thank you.

-Is Victoria really that… -Awful?

Let's say she comes with a manual.

A very extensive one.

-How can she be done already? -I think she's not taking it seriously.

Let's have a look.

Max just wouldn't stop begging me to come with him to that dance battle.

I really tried to get the idea out of his head.

He's going to humiliate himself.

-But you never dance, do you? -Yes, I do.

When?

You know, when I'm at home.

-Are you sure about this? -Yes. What have I got to lose?

-Well, your image. -Gee, thanks.

I've been practicing.

They're good, aren't they?

Especially Vince.

Just you wait.

Okay. That was fun. Who's next? Who'll enter the dance floor?

Who can top this? Make some noise.

Yes. We have room for two dancers. We have one.

Who will be your prey, boy?

Make some noise, people.

People, give it up for this monstrous battle.

Who is this mysterious dancer?

Guys, the pizza is here.

I didn't know your boyfriend was such a good dancer.

-I don't have a boyfriend. -That doesn't surprise me at all.

Oh, right, sorry.

Will you be there?

-Sorry, my party is only for cool people. -Yes.

But you can come serve drinks, if you want.

Time to announce the winner. Who will join our dance group?

And Max was… the loser.

Just like I predicted.

-I thought you were amazing. -That doesn't help me much, does it?

-Yo, dude. You were really good, man. -Thanks.

You had some good moves.

Sméagol.

What did you think?

I'm not sure… What do you mean? Of what?

What did you just watch?

The dance battle? I thought it was… super cool.

Totally awesome. Faboo.

Oh my God, did I just say "faboo"?

Hey, baby.

Are you talking to our cleaner?

Come on, I feel like a mojito.

I am such a loser.

What must Vince think of me?

What do you see in him?

Well, he is cool, handsome, beautiful, attractive.

Did I mention he's handsome?

I just think he's really nice.

No new followers. But I did get 17 hate mails.

Oh, well.

My time will come.

Victoria, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot last time

but I just think orange as a color

is a daring choice.

Jacques, this is plain awful.

Can we talk about it? Can we say, okay, you want less orange,

I want more… Can we agree on a sort of middle-of-the-road orange?

We're not lending our name to this.

-But Victoria-- -Bye.

Let's try to solve this like adults.

Throw them out!

Just looking at them makes me itchy. Where were we?

-Tiffany's presentation. -Right. Continue.

Alright, let's begin.

As you can see, we put a lot of time and energy in this

and we came up with it ourselves.

What the fuck? My presentation!

My inspiration is the rainbow.

White and red, that's practically pink. Pink is my favorite color.

It really is.

My hair.

That was my presentation.

That was less blonde than we expected.

Thank you, Victoria.

Next.

I expect a lot from her.

Go ahead.

Your turn.

It might look a bit like Tiffany's.

I was also inspired by color, but I still tried

to work with slightly different materials.

With a natural touch.

In a…

-Oh, I… -Thank you…

for this

presentation.

Relegated to the stockroom.

It's not exactly what I had in mind

but at least I'm still interning at Wolff Fashion.

Hey, hurry up. A little faster, please.

The stockroom manager.

Declared unfit for the army.

Yeah.

Hard to believe.

Hey. Iron faster.

-The iron won't get any hotter. -I…

There's more to be done.

Hello? These need to be thrown out.

Hurry up.

Pick them up and throw them out. Good.

Hello?

-Are you coping? -Yes, I've thrown them out.

Congratulations. Make sure you get more things done today.

Mi gado.

Just when you think things can't get any worse

there's my mom with her brilliant ideas.

There.

-Mom, do I really have to? -Hey, what did we agree upon?

As long as you live with me, we work together.

Once you have your own place, you can do what you want, okay?

Why are you always being difficult? Come on.

And never change a winning team.

Yes. Do you feel it?

Lower.

-Lower. Deeper. -Yes.

-Do you feel it? -Yes.

-You feel it, don't you? Feel it. -Yes.

Yoo-hoo, Anita.

-Hey Nel, Esmee. -Are we interrupting something?

Just some exercise. Maintaining these divine bodies of ours.

-Focus. -Yes.

I'm glad you're here. I want the house spick-and-span.

Alright, I understand. No problem.

And I want to talk about the birthday bash.

Sorry, the what?

Just a party. Some sausages on the table, some cheeses. Easy-peasy.

Would you like to serve drinks?

Super.

Serving drinks at a party for

Tiffany. What a joy.

Lola.

Seriously?

Disgusting little dog.

I don't understand why someone would have a pig like that as a dog.

Is Tiffany here?

Hi.

Shit, Vince.

Stay calm. Act natural.

Oh, sorry!

Wait, I'll…

-Yes, that'll work. -It's just water.

Yes, that's true.

What are you doing?

How embarrassing.

Sméagol. I need to take a photo of this.

Okay, smile.

And there was another photo of me.

LOOK OUTSIDE…

-Hey. -Hey.

-You can clean my room, too. -Very funny, pizza boy.

Hey, I did get new pumps.

-Those ugly things? -Oh, Mr. Fashion Expert.

-Just go. Your pizzas will be cold. -Are you okay?

I'm great.

Are you, really?

-Just go. -If you need me, order a pizza.

-Bye. -Bye.

You're late, young lady. I did say no women in the stockroom.

No women but her. She's allowed to be here.

Shit.

Having fun at your internship?

-Where did you get that dress? -It was in the dumpster.

-Did you make that? -Yes.

-I'm sorry. -No, keep it on.

An unusual creation.

Sit down. Trust me. Sit.

Well, red is not your color.

-Oh, those are my glasses. -Yes, those are your glasses.

Leave them off.

Yes, blond.

This is unreal.

Yes, that's you.

-No way. -Pretty lady.

-You look good as a blonde. -Thanks. Hi, Max.

-Hey, I'm here. -Hey. What do you mean?

-We agreed to meet up, right? -Oh, shit. Sorry, I forgot.

-Oh, okay. -Max, someone is coming your way.

They'll pick you up.

Shit, Victoria. Come on, stay calm. Act natural.

Nice dress.

Isn't that from my collection?

No.

Excuse me.

Are you Mex?

-Max, yes. -Esmee asked me to pick you up.

-Will you come with me? -Yes.

-Glad you're here. -Yes.

Lucien, this is the model.

-Model? -The model Esmee arranged.

For the campaign.

Ah, the campaign.

Maybe you should just keep quiet.

Let me see. Well…

Well…

There's nothing I can make of this. But I'll try.

Yes.

I'm actually--

Don't say anything. Have a seat.

-Something's missing. -This is not it.

This is not it at all.

Yes, the bag. Fantastic. Beautiful.

Now smile. Come on, Max.

Smile, this is fun. You'll be in L'Homo for the Coming Out issue.

-Coming Out. -What?

Come on, Max. Work with me. Give me a smile.

Where is Esmee?

No, still nothing.

It's me.

-No. -Yes.

Finally he's smiling.

-So I won't be in L'Homo? -Darling, if you want, I can arrange that.

-Well… -Of course not, you nerd. Smile.

Very nice. Very good. Hold onto that. Lovely.

-That's when I had an idea. -Nice couple.

If even Max doesn't recognize me…

Yo, I'm Lizzy.

Hey, I'm Lizzy.

Hello, I'm Lizzy

Hi. Hi, I'm Lizzy.

Hey, I'm Lizzy.

Today we'll talk about my wardrobe, which obviously doesn't interest you.

Today we'll talk about my wardrobe. Isn't that fantastic?

Take this pump. Normally, I would have thrown it away long ago.

But thankfully I stopped myself, because they're perfect for customizing.

I have this purple paint, for instance. I really like it. You can buy it anywhere.

This piece of leather with studs. Can you see? All sorts of--

Cool, huh?

I think it's awesome, because it goes with everything.

With jeans, or with a skirt.

This was my blog. If you like it, you can leave a comment below.

Probably not. But if you do, you can. Bye.

-Are you deaf? The phone's ringing. -Right.

Come on, hurry. Someone might need me. Urgently.

-You heard that, right? -No.

Wolff Fashion stockroom, Esmee speaking.

-Oh. It's for me. -For you?

-Hi, Tiffany. -Hey, Sméagol. It's me.

You need to pick up some things for us.

Pick up some things? Why?

-We're going to Fashion Week. -Really? Can I come?

She's asking if she can come.

-Yes, of course. -What?

-Who? -Really? Wow. Of course. Okay, bye.

I have to pick up some things.

The people upstairs think this is a banana shop.

Where are you going?

Hi, we're going to Fashion Week.

-Finally, you're here. -Yes, the shops were super busy.

-Did you bring my pumps? -And my Marc Jacobs sunglasses?

Yes, I brought everything.

-I just need to get changed, but-- -Why?

-Hello, we're going to Fashion Week. -Oh, you thought you were coming.

Sméagol on the catwalk. As if.

OMG, that's hilarious.

Of course you're not coming. Fashion Week is for designers and cool people.

-Yes. -Yes.

-Why did you make me come here, then? -Are you stupid?

I can hire someone other than you and your mom, you know.

Hey, can you walk Lola? Thanks.

Did you see Victoria's meat dress? And she's a vegetarian, you know.

-Ew, she really has… -"Fashion Week is only for cool people."

Stupid dog.

Come on, Lola.

There you go. Yes.

There. Hey.

Have a nice day. Alright? Okay.

Good evening, miss Morales. You limo is ready for Fashion Week.

It's now or never. Come on, Esmee.

Hello.

Thanks.

Why not?

Cheers. Yes.

Fuck.

Fashion Week. Hi.

-Hi. Are you going to Fashion Week, too? -Duh.

-You look familiar. -Yes, you do.

-Do you also work at Wolff Fashion? -No. Yes.

Sometimes.

I think she was on the cover of Grazia.

Oh, right, shit.

So I bought an entirely new outfit. It was 400 euros, but it's on sale now.

So I had some money left and bought these beautiful…

Why is she so upset about orange?

You're taking this far too personally. Ah, booze. That's just how Victoria is.

What has Victoria actually done?

She uses her father's name, and has no talents of her own.

Jacques…

Victoria, I was just saying how much I admire

how you run the company. I was just telling Lucien

you inspire me, you move me…

Hey, good to see you.

Fashion Week, here we come.

Hello.

This way.

-What's your name? -Lizzy.

-How do you know all these people? -They know me.

She must be from TV.

Lizzy, you're so slim.

I'm trying to lose weight, but to no avail.

-Can I borrow her for a second, ladies? -Hi, Lucien.

-Lucien. -What are you doing here?

If Victoria sees you, we're history.

Stay here.

Oh, wow.

Quincy's new collection.

Oh, dear.

-Oh my God. -I'm sorry.

-I'm up next. -No.

-Quincy's going to kill me. -Wait. I have an idea.

Here.

A little bit here.

This is much better.

I love it.

-Yes. -What are you waiting for?

-You're up. -Why… No, you're not.

I can explain.

Look. Have I done something to you? Do we know each other from the past?

From the sandbox, when you were a fat and ugly little girl?

-It was an accident. -An accident?

-And then a brilliant idea. -A brilliant idea. How dare you?

Who do you think you are?

-Just look at that brilliant… Look. -Thanks a lot.

Very nice, thank you. You know what? Go explain it to the audience.

That's Lizzy.

I know her.

That last dress was mine.

Wow.

Hey, Lizzy.

And some new talents.

One of them really jumped out at me: Lizzy. Keep an eye on that one.

Lizzy is truly…

Esmee?

Yoo-hoo, is that you? Why are you so late?

I was at Max's.

At Max's? What do you mean? Max is upstairs.

-I know. -What do you mean, "I know"?

You look strange. Where are your glasses?

Mom, I'm really tired. I'm going to bed.

-Oh, with Max? -Ew, Mom.

It's okay, you know. Hey, Esmee, at your age, some nice…

Oh my God, Max. I was at the Fashion Week.

I created a dress and everyone applauded me.

No one knew who I was or recognized me. It was so fucking awesome.

You should have been there.

Well, I followed you all evening.

-What? -You're trending on Twitter.

No way.

You're kidding. Show me.

No way. Yes.

-Look. Did you read it? -Yes.

This is awesome.

Oh, thank you.

GIRLSCENE LIZZY STEALS THE SHOW AT FASHION WEEK

I'm blown away by her dress. I mean, she is so talented.

The world of fashion has been turned on its head.

She's genuine. That's important to me. That someone is real. And she is.

It's amazing. It's just beautiful.

Take this pump. Normally, I would have thrown it away long ago.

Mark my words. She's going to be an international star.

I'm willing to bet on that.

She doesn't create fashion, she is fashion.

Fashion Week was amazing, don't you agree?

-Yes. -So cool.

And Lizzy is lovely. I'm in a photo with her.

No way.

-Where? -Look, here.

If you zoom in here, you can see my arm. See? Here.

-Ah, yes. Wow. -So cool.

-Hi, Esmee. -You wouldn't have enjoyed Fashion Week.

You would have just felt uncomfortable. All those beautiful people.

It was amazing. We were at the VIP lounge for two hours.

They just wouldn't let us in.

Where is Lola?

Fuck.

Purple is still trendy.

Sorry, someone is in the paper container. It's very strange.

Victoria's meat dress.

Lola!

Get off!

Fuck!

It's magnificent. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Superb, Victoria. May I say Vic? Vicky? I'll just say Victoria.

Just fantastic. I think it's superb that you used my shoes

for Lizzy's blog. Such a nice girl.

And you kept pretending you didn't like my shoes.

I have an underwear line that's not selling very well.

Could that be a project for Lizzy?

-We'll phone her. -Namaste.

Lucien.

That Lizzy girl.

I don't know any Lizzy.

Interesting.

She blogs about shoes you were supposed to throw out

and you don't know her?

Don't be ridiculous.

Shouldn't we talk about…

Fashion Week?

Fashion Week was just fantastic.

Let's toast to that.

We finished the collection just in time, and you looked gorgeous, Victoria. Wow.

-Cheers. -I saw you, you know.

You were talking to her.

Why don't you introduce her to us?

I can't introduce every single fashion doll to you.

That doll has great fashion potential.

We want to meet her.

Okay, the shoes turned out better than I thought. True.

-But that doesn't mean she has talent. -We want to meet her.

Lizzy.

Remember us? It's us. We were with you in the limo.

The limo?

Ah, you guys.

Sorry, I almost didn't recognize you without all the makeup.

You looked like Picasso paintings.

-Okay. -Let me take a selfie for Instagram.

Why is it taking so long?

-Wait, it's set to "film". Silly me. -I don't have time for this.

-Oh, turn around. -Yes, quickly. Like that.

Smile.

-I barely know her. -Lucien.

We had an appointment.

Did you forget about it?

-That's great. -Yes, that's great.

-Have a seat. -Yes, have a seat.

Lady, your…

Your style is on point.

We think you're fabulous.

I can't say you're the only one.

Your blog is an ideal instrument.

With Lizzy, Wolff Fashion will be big on social media.

You want me to blog for Wolff Fashion?

Exactly.

Congratulations. From now on you work for us.

That's amazing.

Welcome to Wolff Fashion.

I'm a huge fan.

I have a challenge for you.

Hi, my name is Lizzy, and today I'm at the Underwear Run red carpet.

With me is designer Jacques von Tilt. Hi, Jacques.

-Hi, Lizzy. -Please film Jacques as well.

Of course the big question is: Jacques, will you be running?

I'm kidding, of course.

It all looks amazing, in any case.

The underwear.

Well, I was talking about the men in the background, but hey,

your shorts are nice, too.

So, ladies and gents, make sure to go to the store tomorrow

and buy a pair of those fantastic designer shorts.

Your girlfriend will be pleased, too.

Let's start.

-Oh. -Thanks.

Men, are you ready?

Three, two…

Vince.

Hi.

-Hi. -Is this being filmed?

Yes.

Why aren't you running? I wouldn't mind seeing you in shorts.

Thanks, but no. Thank you.

-No, it's not his thing. -Why not?

I don't like running. I prefer dancing.

Dancing. Do you ever dance in shorts?

-No, with my boys. -Oh, he dances with boys.

-It's very cool. -It's time for photos.

I have to go, but keep dancing.

-A big applause for the winner. -Yeah.

Here you are.

-Hey, do you know that chick? -Yes.

Then you can get her to promote us on her blog.

-Maybe. -If you arrange that for us

-we may let you join our group. -Oh, yeah?

Of course, man.

Hey, do you think I have a shot with her?

-I thought you were dating Tiffany? -So what?

She'll never find out.

-Max, we have to go. Come on. -Get me her phone number.

Wow.

-Here. -Why were you flirting with Vince?

With Vince? Just because.

-Yes. Thank you. -Es.

-Yes? -Your bag.

-Oh. -Oh.

Ew.

Anita? Have you seen my Gucci vest?

I'm busy, Har. I'm watching the news.

This was VIPS & Stars with all the latest about fashion sensation Lizzy.

Nice girl, that Lizzy.

Damn it, where's that shirt? I can't find anything in this house.

I lost my belt too.

Hey, Tiff.

-Where's my belt with the inlaid diamonds? -Dad, piss off.

-Hey, Tiff. -We're busy.

Hey.

Goddamn it.

-Such bullshit. -For real.

-Huh? Vince was at the Underwear Run. -No shit.

Men are like rats.

I created a fake Instagram account to keep an eye on him.

I'm definitely going to buy a pair.

-Of what? -Those shorts.

-Why? -Well, Lizzy has them.

Yeah, okay, she is really cool.

I don't understand why Victoria gave her her own blog.

-She is really funny. -So am I. I should have my own blog.

-Yes. -Yes.

-Sméagol, what are you doing here? -Cleaning.

Get out of my room. Go clean the attic or something.

Loser.

Two hundred thousand nut huggers.

Of which more than 60% were sold to teenagers.

And it's all thanks to you.

But we're going to bring this to a whole new level.

Wow.

Oh, yes.

We're going to make you

a superstar.

Oh, yes.

You'll have your own team of stylists.

We'll give you a daily show

in which you promote our clothes.

You'll be the biggest blogger ever.

Focus. Be yourself.

You're Lizzy, and this jumpsuit is super fashionable.

In three, two, one…

Hi, this Lizzy's Choice, and my name is Lizzy.

This jumpsuit is in stores now.

No one will be able to cope without Lizzy.

Hi, I'm Lizzy, and this is Lizzy's Choice.

Today, I'm testing out Oh My Goods.

Sorry, Mom, I'm really busy.

No, Mom, it's not my fault. I'm just really busy. Yes.

I dyed my hair blond because of Lizzy.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

-What do you think of underweight models? -We create fashion for everybody.

Including you.

LIZZY'S CHOICE VLOG SUBSCRIBE

I'll see people in the street and think: why aren't you a little bit more like me?

-Right? -Yes.

I guess I'll take the bus.

Eighty thousand followers. It's official. I have a life, bitches.

Well, time for a selfie.

Oh, Max.

Champagne!

-A toast to your success, girlie. -Cheers.

Oh, look, Lucien has something to celebrate, too.

Insta.

Yes.

Who's the best? Lizzy is the best.

Esmee.

-You never called me back. -I was super busy.

Lizzy has like four events per day, man.

And I'm Victoria's biggest talent.

-I thought you blew it with her. -No, it's totally fine.

-Are you Googling yourself again? -Yes. Checking what people write about me.

What?

Vince came up to me at the Underwear Run.

-He asked for your phone number. -What?

Why didn't you tell me?

-You weren't picking up. -No. But you could have sent me a text.

He just wants to use you.

That's bullshit. He likes Lizzy.

-Everyone likes Lizzy. -I don't.

No, you don't.

But for once, it isn't about you.

Jesus, don't be so difficult. Just give him my phone number.

Okay.

Have fun with Vince.

Bye, Max.

SUBSCRIBE

LIZZY, YOU'RE THE BEST!! LIZZY, I LOVE YOU!!!

We worked really hard on this.

What do you think?

Be honest.

These… are the absolute ugliest designs I've ever seen.

The colors, it's unoriginal, pink hearts… Are you kidding me?

I…

These are just the first sketches.

I told Mercedes they were terrible.

-Do you want to win that Talent Award? -Yes, of course. Very much so.

Then why are you showing us this crap?

Cherry!

Have the intern get some salads.

This is going to take a while.

Ladies, I'll tell you one more time what Wolff--

Alright, I'm going to go.

I have more important things to deal with than these losers.

Cherry, I'm on my way.

That shirt is amazing. I ordered it immediately.

Where are the salads?

-The salads? -Oh, there.

You'll never guess who I just talked to. No, Lizzy.

Yes, she's even nicer in real life.

Ladies, following Wolff Fashion's tradition…

Sorry, I had no reception. My phone was switched--

Sméagol, love your sweater.

VINCE HEY LIZZY, WANT TO HANG OUT TONIGHT? X

-Seriously, Vince, where is she? -She'll come. Don't stress.

Lizzy. Awesome of you to come. We're ready.

I thought you and I were going out for drinks.

Yes, of course. But you have to help me out first. Please.

Awesome shot.

-Nice. -Hey, awesome of you to join.

It's not really my thing. It's more Max's thing.

-Max? -Why not?

Well, he's nice enough, but he's kind of a nerd.

Isn't he dating… What's her name? Esmee, right?

-Esmee? -Yes, also known as Sméagol.

Yes, exactly.

I just think she's such a frump. I don't get it.

Look at this. Tiffany made it. We laughed ourselves silly.

And make sure to read the comments.

"If this were my family, I'd get myself adopted."

-That's brutal. -Or this one.

"Thankfully there's such a thing as euthanasia."

Alright, I'm leaving.

-Where are you going? I ordered food. -Some other time.

Yo, don't forget to put that post on your blog.

Did someone order pizza?

It's on the house.

Max, wait. Max.

VINCE DON'T FORGET YOUR BLOG POST

Bitch.

What the fuck?

I'm telling you, she's useless.

She shows up late, sometimes not at all, doesn't follow my instructions--

-Esmee, change your attitude, please. -Exactly. Her attitude is the problem.

You think I would have gotten this far with an attitude like that?

Listen, sir. I worked my way up to stockroom manager.

That didn't just happen.

I know what it takes to do this job.

That's the thing, isn't it? And I didn't even give her much to do.

She's a woman. I made her iron clothes. That's all.

Gerard!

You're right.

I don't belong in the stockroom.

Gerard, thanks a lot for this great opportunity. Alright?

Lizzy speaking.

Yes, of course I know.

Yes, I'll get changed and then I'll come to the studio. Yes.

Lady.

-Fabulous as always. -You too.

Great post yesterday.

-I didn't know you could dance, as well. -What?

-Great post yesterday, on your blog. -Oh. I know.

You look good, Sméagol.

I wonder what Victoria will think of this. This will be the scoop of the year.

"Fashion icon turns out to be boring frump with wig."

That's sure to fill magazines.

What do you want, Tiff?

What do I want?

What do I have to do?

If you create designs for me that will make me win the award

you can continue playing Lizzy.

Okay.

I'm actually kind of impressed.

But if you dare come near Vince, it's over.

Fine.

Oh, and one more thing.

Hi, this is Lizzy's Choice and my name is Lizzy.

Today's video will be all about the birthday bash

of my absolute best friend in the world, BFF Tiffany.

-Oh, hey. -Hey.

I still can't believe Lizzy asked me to be on her show.

Oh, my turn. I can't remember my lines. I just don't remember. Oh my God.

Can we start over, please?

-Are we live? -Yes, we're live. Have a seat.

Right. Today I'm going to give you tips on how to always look super fashionable.

Rule number one: your hair has to be perfect.

Super. My birthday bash is coming up. Lizzy will be there, too.

And I'd like to look like Taylor Swift.

It's going to be so cool. You're not cool unless you come.

It's going to be awesome. Nothing but cool music.

I picked out six awesome dresses, and--

Oh my God.

-My hair. -I'm sorry. Tiff.

-Stop. -No.

What the hell are you doing?

OMG! @LIZZYSCHOICE BURNS BFF TIFFANY'S HAIR LIVE ON YOUTUBE!

Well, then.

-That went pretty well, didn't it? -Yeah, sure.

I should be your regular sidekick.

And next time, I'll do your hair.

-These were delivered for you, honey. -Thanks, darling.

Who is it from?

VINCE

No idea. Fan mail.

Sméagol getting a pie. Such a waste of pie.

Eat this, bitch.

When will I get my sketches?

Tonight. First thing.

Call Max.

Yo, this is Max's voicemail.

Don't bother leaving a message, I won't listen to it.

-Esmee. -Yes?

Why are you making me come upstairs? Where were you yesterday?

Sorry.

What do you mean, "sorry"? I waited for you the entire time.

I'm super busy right now, I need you.

Tiffany doubled her guest list again.

I spent all day baking cupcakes. I need you.

I'll be there tomorrow.

I'm counting on you, okay? You look tired, by the way.

-Thanks. -Yes.

Well, then.

Wow, that looks beautiful.

Great work.

Honey, I'm so proud of you.

-Mom. -What? Oh.

-Okay, well, I'm counting on you, okay? -Yes.

-I'll be off, then. -Okay.

I'll take this one.

ONLINE FASHIONISTA LIZZY

-So I know what's in vogue. -Bye.

Okay.

"Online fashionista Lizzy."

-Oh my God. -Fuck.

-Can we please start over? -Fuck.

Oh, my turn. Can we please start over?

-Are we live? -Yes.

Can we-- Can we-- Can we please start over?

No way.

-Are we live? -Yes.

Can we-- Can we please start over? Oh my God. Can we please start over?

Did you see what she did?

Lizzy is destroying you.

Yeah, she's such a bitch.

-She's ridiculing you again. -Yeah, and being so in your face about it.

She's such a backstabber.

She pretends to be nice, but she trashes you to Victoria.

-Yes. -Okay, fine.

If this is how she wants to play it, this is how we'll play.

-I'll take these. -Okay, that's fine.

Be careful, I worked on them all day.

-Esmee? -Yes.

-Hey, Es. -What are you doing here?

-I'm here for my sketches. -Oh. On your birthday?

Yes. Victoria is hounding me.

Hurry up and get them, so I can get out of here.

-Chop, chop. -Yes.

-My Greatest Party, Hella speaking. -Hey, it's me.

I need you to arrange for Lizzy to announce me at my party.

Sure, no problem.

Don't forget the naked men and the white throne.

-I won't, we'll make it happen. -Okay. Thanks.

Great.

Thank you.

Tiff… About that video…

I didn't know that was going to happen.

It's okay. They were just haters.

So now what?

Now I'm going to focus on winning the Young Talent Award.

See you tonight.

-Esmee. -Yes.

Where is that Borsato guy?

That singing Muppet is costing me 25.000 euros.

The least he can do is show up on time.

Hey, little tigers. You look hot. Damn.

-Oh, Nel. You're here? -Hi, darling. Take it easy, okay?

Don't drink too much.

-Hold on. -Thanks, Sméagol.

-Hey, Max. Do you want a drink? -No, thanks.

I tried calling you, but you're not picking up.

-No, I was too busy. -I'm sorry.

Sure. Until you're Lizzy again and start making out with--

-Hey, old pizza boy. What's up? -I'm good.

That video got 600,000 views.

Six hundred thousand. Pretty sweet.

-Esmee, go refill your tray. -Mom.

Just go refill your tray.

Hey, Esmee, we have a message from Tiffany.

Ta-da. It's showtime.

-Did I tell you I'm into pole dancing? -No, you didn't.

-Esmee, where are you going? -Mom, I have to do something for Tiffany.

-Look, Nel, I'm a pole dancer. -Anita, get off that thing.

So what's going on between you and Sméagol?

-Nothing. -I know. You should keep it that way.

-It's better that way. -You'd look ridiculous with Sméagol.

-Esmee. -Whatever.

Her name is Esmee.

Whatever her name is, she's a sad case.

You know what, Vince?

Go fuck yourself.

-Loser. -What a dork.

Weirdo.

Vince.

Hey.

Idiot.

Are you okay? I should have done that much sooner.

Yes.

Lizzy, there you are. Come on, you're up.

-I'll be back, okay? -Yes.

Hi, this is Lizzy's Choice and my name is Lizzy.

Today is a very special episode

because we're live at my BFF's birthday bash.

Can I get a really big applause for tonight's star: Tiffany.

How nice of you to come.

Don't you just love my dress?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, thank you, Lizzy. What a night, and how wonderful that you're all here

at the party of the year. You wouldn't have wanted to miss this.

Ladies and gentlemen, Tiffany.

Look at her. What a rock star. Our daughter is such a wonderful girl.

Thank you all. How wonderful.

But, Lizzy, obviously you're the real star of the evening

and an inspiration to us all.

Gee.

Thank you all.

I have to admit it's all pretty overwhelming.

Not too long ago, I was a nobody and no one knew me.

Now you appreciate everything I do.

I'm a major fashion icon, and I know I have a lot of influence on all of you.

Sméagol?

So there's something I want to say to you.

-Take off the wig. -Take off the wig.

Take off the wig.

Oh, a wig?

Esmee?

Esmee?

Gosh.

You made me do a lot of running. I'm exhausted.

Hey, honey, why are you crying?

Poor thing, come here.

There's no need for this.

Hey, let me look at you. I didn't recognize you at all.

You're so talented.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

You could have talked to me about it.

Right?

What?

I just really liked not being me for a while.

Well…

You don't need to do that, silly.

Well, here I am.

Once again, everyone has an opinion about me.

Lizzy got even more haters than Esmee.

I knew immediately, of course.

I knew she was fake from the moment I saw her.

Yeah, Lizzy… I had a feeling.

I feel betrayed by her. I really do.

What a bitch.

It's good to know I do have a bitchy side.

I may be able to use that one day. If I ever need to.

I just hope I'll never be like Victoria.

A hopeless failure.

That freak fired me.

I saw it as soon as she walked in here.

She'll never amount to anything, this…

Esmee.

Get out!

She has blind faith in Tiffany's talent.

Let's say she has an eye for these things.

Because Tiffany's designs are pretty darn awesome.

-I always knew she was a wannabe. -Duh.

Hey.

Hey.

They look familiar, Tiffany's dresses.

-You'd almost say they were yours. -Yeah, almost.

-I think she'll win. -Thank you.

-So you're just going to let it happen? -Yes. It's okay.

You and I will meet again.

Linda, where is that rack?

So now what?

I could just sit on the couch crying, eating chocolate, and watching a movie.

But there's something I have to do.

Hello, this is Esmee.

I'd like to order a pizza.

-You ordered a pizza, ma'am. -Thanks.

Hey, pizza boy.

Are you giving up that easily?

A week later, no one talked about Lizzy anymore.

-Tiffany. -Including me.

Tiffany won the Young Talent Award using my designs.

-Obviously. -Yes!

Thank you. I knew I had it in me.

Dad, Mom. Mercedes, Anne-Fleur, I got it.

But she still doesn't know anything about fashion.

And now everyone's anxiously awaiting her new collection.

I liked your most recent sketch.

Oh, and Vince? He got bored with Tiffany.

Karma is a bitch.

Vince. What is this?

-Why are you doing this? Hey. -I know her from art class, that's it.

-Stop it. -Art class?

What are you talking about? I love you. Why would you do this?

Lucien was right. I continued designing clothes.

And I actually became pretty successful. lothes.