It's time to map out how we're going to reveal that I'm not Alison Clemens, and I hope these influencers actually give a damn. As someone who cringes at the thought of making a scene, I am horrified to do this; as someone who has an inner messy queen and lives for theatrics, I embraced it. We decide I will have a coughing attack right before the winner is announced, interrupting Bailey and thus getting me on stage.
I planted the seeds through dinner: little coughs here and there. (I couldn't randomly start hacking up a lung after being silent for three courses.) Starrr was also aware of the plan, which helped infuse some extra drama into the mix.
As I cough uncontrollably, I get up and cross in front of the stage, hurled over. I must have been pretty convincing, because afterward people told me they were legitimately concerned for my health. Note to Shonda Rhimes: should you need me for an episode of Grey's, I'm available.
Bailey ends up pulling me on stage, and now it's time to kill Alison Clemens. My wig has been snatched, my true identity has been revealed, and I've explained the surprise feature on POPSUGAR. Mouths are agape, laughing has commenced, people have hands on their hearts. It was wild, but it worked.
The shenanery ends, and after picking up close to 45 bobby pins from the floor (which were used to keep my hair coiffed under the wig), it is time to crown our Brow Search queen. The winner of 50,000 big ones and a campaign with one of the biggest social brands in the world is . . .
