Osborne had just launched his own streetwear brand, and his online store sold out in a flash.
Many fans were heartbroken over missing out, so Osborne decided to hold a fan event to make it up to them and promote his brand. The event would be held in our school's music hall.
As I walked in, I caught Jennifer gazing dreamily at a photo of Osborne.
"I can't believe I'm finally going to see my idol in person! I'm so excited I might not sleep tonight!"
Lyla sighed beside her, "Even though the meet-and-greet is at our school, we don't have tickets. The most frustrating thing is being just a hundred feet away from my idol and not being able to see him."
When Jennifer saw me carrying my packages, her adoration instantly turned into disdain.
"I wish I could get my hands on some of those clothes from his brand instead of having to deal with fake stuff, like some people who pretend their clothes are signed by him. What a load of nonsense!"
Before Osborne's brand even launched, he had given me a few sample items, complete with his autograph.
He claimed they were priceless, but I teased him about it for a while.
People saw Osborne as a god-like figure, but he was actually a bit of a softie when it came to his daughter.
To protect me and my mom, he only let the public know that he was married but didn't expose our existence.
Osborne always treated me like I was the most precious thing in his life.
I was proud to have such a dad. Although I joked about his idol persona, he truly was the best father in my eyes.
One day, after showering, I decided to wear one of the sample outfits he had given me.
Jennifer spotted it and got all worked up. "Lillian, is that one of the clothes from my idol's brand? And it's the signed version! It's not fake, is it?"
I chuckled at her excitement. I hadn't expected to find a fan of my dad in the dorm.
I rummaged through my suitcase and pulled out another piece of the collection, handing it to her. "Of course, it's not fake. I have an extra one that's never been worn, so you can have it."
Jennifer squealed with joy, hugging me and thanking me repeatedly.
But now, she'd tossed that same piece of clothing in the trash, claiming it was fake and the signature was just a joke.
It seemed human nature really couldn't handle the scrutiny.
Like a balloon, it popped completely with the slightest prick.