Lais Ribeiro is a snoozer. On Sunday, Lais and her fellow Victoria's Secret Angels flew to Paris for the 21st Victoria's Secret Fashion Show on "Angel Air" aka the private VS plane, which left New York around 9:30 a.m. But despite the respectable takeoff time, Lais got up at a rather ungodly hour: 3:30 a.m. to be exact. WHY, you ask? Because she's a snoozer. But also because before boarding the 7-plus hour flight, the Angels have to do hair and makeup.

"I woke up—well, I like to have the '10 more minutes, 10 more minutes'—so I woke up at 3:30," Lais explains. "I had to leave my place at 4:30 to get hair and makeup, so I like to slowly wake up. So 3:30."

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"My call time was at 4 a.m.," Elsa Hosk tells me about what her morning looked like, pre-flight. "We did hair and makeup at a separate hotel and then came here and did a photo op on the tarmac before getting on the plane."

They're telling me all this on the plane because―despite the fact that I did not wake up at an hour that starts with a three or have to get my hair and make up done before posing for photos in front of a pink step-and-repeat on the tarmac (I woke up at 6 a.m., did decide to put on some make up because helloI'mflyingwiththeAngels but stopped short of mascara, and vowed to take zero unfiltered selfies)―I, too, am flying like an Angel.

And the Angel experience is, in a word, different.

Sorry, more like DIFFERENT.

Security was a breeze (what's breezier than a breeze? A waft?) with only Angels in front of me. My checked bag was magicked away from me, tagged, and later delivered to my hotel room. Also, I've never witnessed a full photoshoot while waiting to board my regular ole 747.

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Or witnessed so many tall, insanely beautiful humans who look so happy to see each other. Because while waiting to go through security, taking photos and selfies on the tarmac, and throughout the entire flight as they were gathering in Angel flocks the aisles, sitting on the arms of each other's seats, and taking more selfies, they look like they're having so much fun.

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When we get on the plane, there are mimosas waiting for us and cozy Victoria's Secret blankets on every seat along with toiletry kits containing eye masks, body butter, and the kind of sexy VS lip gloss you'd never think to put on during a flight because what's the point―before you remember you're an Angel-adjacent and promptly apply some at 9:40 a.m. Ahem, or, you know, whatever.

Oh also, all the seats are business class.

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Yep.

After take-off, the action begins. As a Not Actual Angel, I get to relax and eat some oatmeal and snuggle under the aforementioned fuzzy blanket and continue to repeat OMGOMGOMG in my head, but the Actual Angels go to work. A table that had been set up in the middle of the plane gets cleared of the breakfast snacks―mini quiches, fresh fruit, and yogurts―and becomes a makeup touch-up station.

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Mmm... oatmeal.

At the beginning of the flight, the Angels do interviews, which means they can't do your usual messy bun and oversized sweats look―they all have pristine blowouts and makeup (shoutout to that 4:30 a.m. glam squad), are wearing jeans, the official 2016 VS Paris shirt, and some sort of black boot. Many of them are wearing the Acne Velocite leather jacket and I make a mental note to find out how many organs I'll have to sell when I get back home to be able to afford to buy one.

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When I ask Elsa how many touch ups she thinks she'll do before we land, she says, well, a lot, because they're doing a lot. "We're trying to do everything in the first two hours so that after that we can rest, but I know there are a lot of girls so hopefully we will stick to the schedule," she explains. "Because you know you fall asleep and they wake you up and you have to be on camera and you're like, 'Oh, okay, great.'"

And when the Angels arrive in Paris, it's go go go from the start. "I have a pretty packed schedule," Elsa tells me as she eats some Angel plane snacks (aka almonds). "I start in the morning pretty early–we have two days in Paris before the show, so they have us doing things like photoshoots in front of the Eiffel Tower and things to promote the show, and rehearsals and final fittings, so it's pretty jam-packed."

When I ask Lais how many hair and make up reprimps and repolishes she'll receive before she actually hits on the runway on November 30, she can't even take a guess. "Oh wow, many," she says. "Because we're always doing press and we have to do rehearsal and there are always cameras, so we try to be pretty all the time. So there's going to be a lot of them."

The rest of the flight is pretty zen―or at least as zen as it can get with a planeful of Angels. Adriana Lima gets on the loudspeaker at one point and demands that everyone fasten their seatbelts "RIGHT NOW" due to turbulence. Sara Sampaio pretends to be a flight attendant and delivers one member of the press his breakfast. There's lots of giggling in the aisles and some dancing as girls line up to wait for the bathroom. I eat something for lunch-dinner called "Airline chicken breast" and it's actually pretty good.

When we land in Paris, the Angel-adjacent treatment continues. We board buses to ride to our hotel, and are led out of the airport, down the highway, and through the streets of Paris by a police escort. We fly through red lights. I could get used to traveling Angel-style.

At the hotel―which has top notch security, you can't get in if you're not an Angel, or Angel Adjacent―our beds are decorated with official Angel gear (pink silk VS bathrobes and cozy slippers) and there's a silvery pink-dusted chocolate Eiffel Tower sculpture on a little table.

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I chomp the top two tiers off the Eiffel Tower (you know, the levels you have to pay €17 to go to), promptly shattering any hints of my Angel facade, unsexily throw on the new bathrobe, and clamber into bed, because at this point, it's well past 1 a.m. in Paris and I am tiiiiiiiired. Being an Angel Adjacent is exhausting. And I don't even have to wake up to start a fresh round of hair and make up and Angel duties the next day.

From: ELLE US