SHE'S FEARLESS
The thing with Pia Wurtzbach is that she’s unexpectedly normal when she’s sitting next to you at dinner. Never mind that it’s the kind of event where people are dressed to the nines, dripping in jewelry and oh, Pia happens to be one of the VIPS and she’s arrived looking like a modern Veronica Lake, her makeup flawless, hair in the signature waves and her famous figure seemingly poured into a slip of a dress. But unlike, say, the other VIP women across the table who seem otherworldly and untouchable, scant with their expression and polite to a point of coolness, Pia is adorably down to earth. Ask her about the spindly stilettos and figure-hugging dress she’s wearing and she replies with an expression that is decidedly un-Miss Universe. We’re giggling like school girls until she’s called on stage. Suddenly the girl next door dissipates and Pia turns on. Suddenly she’s the most regal person to have ever walked on a stage, displaying the kind of elegance
