Maria Sharapova

The three girls waited a few more minutes. As each second went by, it seemed that Anna was getting more and more impatient.

Finally, the blond Russian burst out, "What is taking this girl so long? Are you sure she knows how to even take care of herself?"

Paris gave Anna a smirk and said, "What's the matter? You feeling a bit out of sorts. Feeling like you don't matter much anymore?"

Anna wondered what that meant. Before she could reply, Britney suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God! That isn't who I think it is? Another tennis player?"

Anna frowned. She turned and saw a tall, willowly blond girl walking toward Paris' car. Instantly, she realized who it was. "Maria Sharapova? Her? You brought her here?"

Paris was really smirking now. "Why not. She needed to get away from the Tour and decided a few weeks off would help her recharge her batteries. So, I offered her a getaway vacation and she took it."

Maria walked up to the car and looked down at Britney. "Ohhhh. You're Britney Spears, aren't you. I love your music. Always am playing it on my I-pod."

Britney wasn't sure how to react to that, but managed to mumble out a "thank you" as Maria opened the door and plopped down right beside her.

Maria glanced over and a look of concern passed through her eyes. "Um, hi, Anna. Long time, no see. Y-you are looking good still."

"STILL?!?" Anna exclaimed, she swiveled her head and glared at the tall Russian blond who had usurped her role as the favorite tennis darling flavor. Maria actually looked down at her feet, looking a bit intimidated.

"Anna, play nice," Paris said a little tartly. "We're all supposed to be here on vacation. You should be enjoying yourself." The heiress started up the engine and soon the car was flying down the runway.

"So can I give you girls a brief tour of the island?" Paris said. After a moment of silence, she decided things herself. "No, I think we should get you girls settled in your rooms first. Besides, I have to check on how the other guests when they will arrive."

That got the other girls' attention. "What do you mean?" Britney asked. "Who else is coming here, Paris?"

"You'll see," came the cryptic reply. "Now, shall we head to the resort?"