When I first met Jessica Simpson, before she became an official client, I foolishly prejudged her and suspected that she wouldn't be the sharpest stiletto in the closet! But after just a few minutes alone with her, inside her $3,000/night suite at the Ritz Carlton Hotel on Central Park South, it was clear that Jess not only knew the difference between chicken and tuna, but she also knew exactly what was going on.

Despite what you might have seen on her TV show, Jessica Simpson was certainly no dumb blonde.

I ended up working with Jess (or Angela, the code name she was smart enough to ask her friends to use when she was out in public in disguise) during the peak of her troubled marriage, which America had become so deeply invested in. It became clear very quickly that America's Sweetheart didn't belong to her large TV audience; Jessica Simpson belonged to herself.

Labels were important to Jess, not just because she loved shopping and designer clothes, but also because she knew exactly who she was. The girl might have loved her Pucci and her Gucci, yet the label that fit Jessica Simpson best was smart—and she had a billion-dollar empire behind her to prove it.