I step one foot in front of another as I walk down the plane stairs with a pair of over sized sunglasses that I bought at the airport back in Glasgow. So far no one had recognized me because of the cheap plastic frames and my red hair was stuffed under a hat and the hood of my sweatshirt. I wait at baggage claim for my bag while keeping an eye out for Elizabeth. I see my compact luggage coming my way. I grab it and made a bee line to the door as a silver car pulls around and I spot paparazzi at another entrance. They're probably waiting for someone and maybe that someone is me thanks to me posting about coming to America on my blog.  The driver of the silver car rolls down their tinted window and sure enough it's Elizabeth. She wears a straw hat and heart sunglasses as some type of disguise.

"Quick get in," she says and unlocks her car. I shove my luggage in the backseat and get into the front.

"That's a great hat," I joke and she smiles.

"Borrowed it from set, why we have an abundance straw hats I don't know," she answers as she pulls off and pass the paparazzi who still weren't aware that their big stories were slipping from under their noses.