Christina

Since Christina was the one who looked most uncomfortable, Paris decided to go check on her first. Calmly, she walked down a set of stairs and found on the fourth-floor Suite No. 1.

Paris knocked on the door. She heard a huffy voice come from the other side, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Paris. Come on, Christina. Let me in."

The door flung open and there was the pop starlet glaring at the heiress. However, Paris had noticed that Christina was in the process of changing clothes. She was wearing only a bra and her panties, both of them black as her formerly bleached hair. However, Christina was back to being a blond now. That got her thinking a bit.

"Look, can I come in," Paris said, trying to take control of the situation. Christina shrugged and walked back into her suite and into the bedroom. She had her small luggage bag out and was placing her items around the room to fit her convenience.

"I know you weren't thrilled about seeing Anna and Britney," Paris began. "But they are my friends and they have every reason to be here just like you. Try to be somewhat civil to them."

Christina gave a snort. "Anna doesn't know the meaning of that word."

"I'll talk to her too," Paris said. "Trust me, you're going to have a great time. Don't let either Anna or Britney get to you!"

Christina grunted her displeasure some more. "Anna has to be the top star and everything. So too does Britney. She puts on her smily face and tries to act friendly toward everyone.....except for me, that is. Can't even say hi to a former friend."

Paris stared at her in astonishment. Sometime was going on with the girl. Christina whirled around at Paris. The heiress could see there was anger in the young woman's eyes...but there was something else. Something like hurt?

"We were friends together growing up," Christina shouted out, her eyes almost imploring Paris to understand. "Yet she doesn't give me the time of day anymore! I resist every attempt to go on about this so-called "rivalry" we have. Yet she ignores me constantly. Why can't we still be friends? Why can't she allow it?"

Paris could have sworn that tears were forming in Christina's eyes. The heiress was surprised at this outburst.

Christina turned away. "Sorry," she said shortly. "I guess I let some things get to me. I guess you can't go back to being what once was."

At this, Paris tapped her face with a finger. "I don't know about that. Obviously, you and Britney need some one-on-one time together. Perhaps we can arrange it since you two are both here."

Christina still had her back turned. "Don't bother. She won't want to."

Paris walked up to Christina and gave her a hug . The smaller girl just stood there a bit startled, but then hugged back.

"I have an idea that will make you feel better, Crissy," Paris said, suddenly forming a smile as she continue to hold Christina.