A/N: This is another story. I'm so sorry things keep getting discontinued. Sorry. Would you like me to delete all of the discontinued ones? This is based off of 'Princess Protection Programme'

Title: Royalty Meets Reality (I would appreciate other title suggestions, too)

Rating: T

Summary: Gabriella Montez is the princess of Costa Delta (made up country), a small and independent country. Troy Bolton is a regular small town boy. When Costa Delta is invaded by the Montez's enemy, someone who's been after the crown for years, she is forced to have a brand new identity. Troy hates girls who act like princesses so what will happen when these two worlds collide? Can Gabriella convince Troy that being royalty isn't always a fairytale? And will she get the happy ending she's always dreamed of?

Pairings: Troy/Gabriella, Chad/Taylor, Zeke, Sharpay, Jason/Kelsi, Ryan/Martha


Gabriella Montez stood in front of her full length mirror, examining her appearance. She had to admit, she looked rather beautiful. Her long black hair had been tied into a complicated plait and then twisted into a beautiful bun, leaving a few lone curls to frame her face. Her silver tiara was placed delicately on her head. Her face exhibited a little make up. Some grey eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner to highlight her beautiful eyes and some blush to emphasize her accented cheekbones. She lifted her right hand to stroke over her cheek in awe. She couldn't believe it. Every time she saw her reflection she had to remind herself that it was her looking back at her and not some glamorous American movie star.

But, it wasn't. It was Gabriella Montez. She was the daughter of Greg and Gina Montez, King and Queen of Costa Delta. That's right: Gabriella Montez is a princess. But, not for long. Soon, in two months, she will be queen. But, if she was honest, she didn't want to be queen. At seventeen years old, she wanted what every other seventeen year old wanted: to have some freedom and healthy parents. She'd give everything if it meant her father wouldn't die. That was the whole reason she was being crowned before her eighteenth birthday. Greg was dying.

She shook her head to herself, forcing those thoughts away. Her eyes moved to her reflection's neck where a gold chain was holding a medium sized heart shaped locket. She'd been given that locket on her thirteenth birthday and had worn it everyday since. Her dress was gorgeous. She glanced in the mirror and saw her personal dress designer, Ricardo, was beside himself with pride. She giggled to herself as she praised his creation. It was a pale lilac, contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin tone. The sleeves were off her shoulders, showing off her slender neck. It was tight fitted until it reached her waist where her flared out to her feet, looking like something out of the fairytales Greg had read to her as a little girl. White silk gloves were on her dainty hands, reaching her elbows.

"Ricardo, you are a genius," she gushed.

He smiled from his position at the doorway. "I'm glad you like it, Your Royal Highness."

She took a deep breath and smoothed her hands over her dress. She was nervous and this was only the rehearsal for crying out loud. She didn't want to be queen. Not yet. Not for the reasons her coronation was coming faster than she'd like. She wanted to go to college and study prelaw before she was crowned queen. And she definitely didn't want to be queen because her father's dying. She wanted to be crowned queen because she felt ready to be in charge of her country, no matter how small it was.

Costa Delta is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea near Spain. It's very independent and is often seen as insignificant. However, Costa Delta held onto its pride and fought in many wars, fighting for peace in the small country. Their military wasn't big, in fact it was one of the smallest militaries in the world, but it was probably one of the proudest. They fought, not only for peace but, for some recognition. Gabriella found it somewhat disgusting at how many children in the world grew up without knowing of Costa Delta's existence. She didn't want her country to be famous, exactly. She didn't want it crowded with tourists, exactly; she'd just like people to understand why she loved it so much.

The door to her dressing chamber suddenly opened and her eyes sought the doorway in the mirror. Greg walked through, dressed in a smart suit with medals lining his right breast pocket. His grey hair had thinned terribly since the symptoms had been confirmed eighteen months ago and he looked much older than his actual fifty two years. He walked with a slight limp these days and it broke Gabriella's heart whenever she compared his current appearance to that in old photographs.

"Daddy," she greeted and picked the skirt of her dress up, so she wouldn't trip, and rushed over to him. She hugged him tightly to her body, feeling how weak and fragile he'd become. She held her tears back and pulled back to look up at him. "You look so handsome," she mumbled and straightened his blazer out.

Ricardo brought a chair over and held one of Greg's arms to help him sit down. "There you go, Your Majesty."

Greg nodded gratefully. "Thank you so much, Ricardo. I must say that you did a remarkable job with my daughter's dress. She looks just like a," he paused to swallow and he looked up at Gabriella. She looked into her father's eyes as he spoke the last word and understood that he didn't want her coronation to happen, just like she didn't. He whispered, "queen."

"I am extremely pleased that you both like it and I hope that Her Majesty Queen will like it, too," Ricardo said sincerely.

Greg nodded. "I'm sure she will. Please may I have a moment alone with Gabriella?"

Ricardo nodded. "Of course, Your Majesty." He bowed to Ricardo and then turned to Gabriella. "Your Highness." He bowed to the young woman and smiled sympathetically at her.

"Thank you, Ricardo," Gabriella said softly as he left the room and shut the door behind him. Gabriella crouched down next to Greg's chair and held his hand in hers. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, mi hija. I love you so, so much. You are my world. You don't want the coronation to happen, do you?" he asked, brushing his free hand over her cheek.

She nodded fervently. "Of course I do. It's what I've grown up to do and I want to rule Costa Delta and make you proud of me."

"I am ever so proud of you. Everything you've accomplished in your life has made me the proudest father in the world. But, tell me the truth: do you want this?" he asked quietly.

Gabriella took a deep breath as she looked into her father's eyes. "I don't want the coronation to happen the obvious reason its happening."

"Mi hija, Ella," he said softly, "I love you with all of my heart, all of my soul and everything that makes me who I am. I could not have asked for a more perfect daughter than you. I know that you will be a fantastic queen, I know that. And, Ella, I want you to know that I'll always be here, every step of the way. Your mother is beside you and she has faith in you just like I do."

Despite her best efforts, a tear leaked from her left eyes. "Daddy, you are my angel and I love you," she whispered.

Greg opened his arms, welcoming his daughter into a tight hug. "I love you," he whispered. He pulled back and pressed his lips to her forehead. "So you'd better wipe your cheeks," he offered.

Gabriella looked over to the mirror and her eyes widened. "Oh, my," she gasped as she hurried to find her handkerchief which was folded neatly on the dresser. She rushed back to the mirror and dabbed lightly at the corners of her eyes.

"You look beautiful," Greg commented as he watched his only child ensure her appearance was utter perfection. "Just like your mother on her coronation."

Gabriella laughed softly as she folded the handkerchief and placed it neatly back on the dresser. She turned to her father and held her head high. "She was crowned queen because of marriage," she said shortly. "I'm being crowned queen of Costa Delta because I'm blood. And I'm proud to have your blood. I'm ready. I don't know if Costa Delta is ready for a clumsy queen like me, but I'm ready to be queen."

Greg smiled proudly and nodded. "They'll have to be because I am. Don't blame me for your clumsiness. You got all of your mother's genes."

The young woman giggled and nodded. "Well, I just hope I get through this thing without tripping. I'm not wearing heels, so I can't break my ankle like I did at my thirteenth birthday celebration. I just don't want to trip over this beautiful dress."

"You'll be fine, I promise," Greg said softly.

There was a rhythmic knock on the doors of her dressing chambers and the father and daughter both turned at the sound. "Come in," Greg ordered politely.

The door opened and in stepped Clarisse, the organiser of Gabriella's coronation for all intents and purposes. "Gabriella, we're ready for you."

Gabriella turned to Greg and nodded. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered before she followed Clarisse out of the room.

* * *

Troy Bolton sat at the breakfast table on Monday morning, slowly dozing back to sleep. His left hand was propping his head up and his right was slowly moving his spoon full of cereal to his mouth. He wanted sleep. Why couldn't school start at ten instead of half past eight? And it took ten minutes to get there, meaning he had to leave at approximately quarter past eight to ensure he wasn't late. He hated mornings, has done and always will. No matter what his mother, Lucille, tried, he would still be grumpy until second period where he'd finally wake up enough to talk to his friends without snapping at them. His friends and teachers had given up talking to him on a morning years ago because there's no point, you never get results.

He honestly didn't want to go to school. Not only was it Monday – why, oh why, did God create Mondays? – he had drama first period with his crazy homeroom teacher, Ms Darbus. He'd hated Mondays ever since the start of his senior year when he'd received his schedule and realised that every Monday of his senior year would be torture. He'd tried to convince his father, Jack and the basketball coach at East High, to change his schedule a little but…nothing. He still had drama and it was ridiculous.

It was because of his lack of attention on mornings that got him several detentions from Ms Darbus. Jack had confronted the drama teacher about it but she wouldn't ease up, claiming that 'Troy shouldn't get special treatment because his father works at the school' so he got a detention practically every Monday morning.

He pushed the bowl away and dropped his head onto the island counter. Maybe he had some sort of disorder or allergy that made him super grumpy. Lucille had concluded that it had to be the Bolton genes simply because Jack, Troy and her youngest son, Connor, were all the same. However, she loved mornings so it made sense that it was Bolton genes, rather than hers. She loved her husband and sons with all of her heart but she'd like a bit more conversation on a morning.

Troy lifted his head and squinted at the clock hanging on the wall. He had approximately five minutes before he had to leave. When he got to school at twenty five past eight, he'd go to his locker, find his drama books and put his bag in there before he'd head to his homeroom where he'd meet his friends.

Ah, his friends. His friends were eight people he couldn't live without. It'd start off just him and Kelsi Nielson. Her mother was Lucille's best friend and their fathers were good friends, too and so they'd been destined to be friends from the beginning. When they'd started kindergarten together, they'd met Chad Danforth and Taylor McKessie and the four had been friends ever since. When they started elementary school, they met Zeke Baylor. They met a set of twins, Sharpay and Ryan, during middle school. And finally they met Jason Cross and Martha Cox in high school. They'd stuck by each other through everything despite their differences. They were a mix of 'stereotypes': Troy, Chad, Zeke and Jason were all on the basketball team, Taylor and Martha were on the scholastic decathlon team, Kelsi, Sharpay and Ryan were all in the drama club. Kelsi composed the shows and Sharpay and Ryan starred in them.

Most of the 'gang' had started dating one another. Something that surprised everyone was when the usual shy and timorous Kelsi boldly walked up to Jason and asked him to the Christmas ball of their freshman year. By the end of the ball, they were the first official couple within the gang. Ryan and Martha followed their lead by getting together roughly six months later. In their sophomore year, Chad finally plucked up enough courage to ask Taylor out. That had rocked the boat at East High when the smartest girl in their grade accepted and had begun dating the basketball boy. It wasn't until their junior year – all of the other couples going strong – when Zeke baked a batch of cookies iced with pink frosting for Sharpay and asked her to their junior prom. Everyone else had seen it coming and had been surprised that the boisterous Sharpay had waited so long.

Troy counted himself very lucky. In the stereotypical high school, he thought it would be unlikely that his best friend would be the school's composer. He put it down to the fact that he, along with his friends, had grown up in Albuquerque in New Mexico. It's just a small town with small town people. The rest of the school, however, just saw him as Troy Bolton the basketball boy. They expected him to lead the Wildcats to victory in basketball games. He'd been the first sophomore ever to make it to the varsity basketball team and then, in junior year, he was voted captain. He gained instant popularity the moment he was on the varsity team. He found it quite annoying sometimes; how some girls would pretend to be something their not and act like princesses just to have a shot of being with him. Why couldn't girls just act…normal?

His thoughts moved onto his house. Despite the fact that Jack was simply a coach at East High and Lucille was a cook at a local café, his family was surprisingly well off as far as money is concerned. It also helped that Jack was part of the secret service. After Jack's parents had both passed away, and with him being an only child, all of the family money had been left to him. However, Troy lived in a regular sized house. It wasn't enormous or extravagant. It had three bedrooms: the master bedroom for Jack and Lucille, one for Troy and one for Connor. It had an extra one in the attic but it was hardly ever used. The house, despite its small size, was situated on a rather large piece of land. They had a beautiful garden out in the front with a range of colourful flowers and plants. Their back yard was much larger, though. A basketball court took up a small portion of it. Other than that, it was like the front yard except it continued onto the shore of a small lake.

"I know you hate mornings, sweetheart, but you need to go," Lucille commented as she walked into the kitchen with a basket of laundry.

Troy jumped and turned to his mother. She was dressed in a pair of smart grey pants and white blouse. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and it swished over her shoulder as she turned sharply to face him. He sighed and stood up from the stool. He grabbed his cereal bowl and took it over to the sink. "I suppose," he mumbled. He kissed her cheek. "Love you."

She smiled softly, brushing his hair from his bright blue eyes and then set the laundry basket down. "Have a good day."

He nodded and bent down to pick his backpack up. "I'll try if you give me permission to kill Ms Darbus."

Lucille laughed dryly. "No. You're going to college soon and I'd prefer it if you don't have a police record."

Jack walked in, looking much more awake than Troy. He was pulling on a grey blazer over his out-of-character suit with a cell phone held against his ear. Jack was a man of comfort, only ever wearing a suit for fancy dinners or when he was sent on a secret mission for the secret service. "Of course, I'll be there."

Troy sighed as he pulled his backpack onto his shoulder. "Dad, are you coming to school or not?"

Jack held one finger up until he snapped his cell phone shut and dropped it into his blazer pocket. He straightened his clothes out and looked apologetically at his wife and oldest son. "I am so sorry, son. I have to go."

Troy looked a little down heartened. Their usual basketball practice during free period was never the same if it wasn't Jack coaching them. "Oh, okay," he whispered.

"I'll be back by tonight, I promise," Jack said sincerely.

Troy forced a smile and nodded as they hugged each other. "We'll be practice tonight before dinner, okay?"

Troy suddenly brightened at the idea, feeling more awake. They pulled apart and grinned at each other. "Yeah. That's cool. I'd like that."

Jack moved over to his wife and kissed her quickly. "I'll see you all tonight, I promise. Where's Connor?"

"Right here," a tired voice mumbled.

They all turned to see the ten year old boy stood in the doorway in a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt with a rocket on. He was rubbing his blue eyes tiredly and his dirty blonde hair needed a serious brush. Jack approached him and crouched down to hug him. "Daddy has to go away but I'll be back tonight, okay, buddy?"

Connor nodded as he pulled back. "Okay."

Jack stood up and frowned. "You know, honey," he began as he turned to Lucille, "I remember when he used to cry when I left."

Troy laughed and slapped his father's back. "Remember when I turned ten and thought crying was uncool? Yeah, you've got to go through that again."

Lucille laughed softly and walked over to kiss Jack one last time. "Call me to let me know you're safe, okay?"

Jack nodded. "Of course, Luce."

Troy smiled slightly at Jack. "Be careful, okay? I can't lose one of my best friends."

Jack grinned as he took part in a complicated handshake with Troy. "See you all tonight."

* * *

"And you'll walk through these doors," Clarisse told Gabriella as they both stepped through a set of double doors.

Gabriella nodded with acceptance. "Okay. Where will Mama and Daddy be?" she asked, looking at the older woman.

Clarisse gestured to their right where two extravagant chairs were placed. "Right there. Is that okay with you, Your Highness?"

Gabriella nodded. "Yeah. It is. You know, I'm really excited about this."

"I'm glad," Clarisse said sincerely. "Everyone is going to be here for you, okay? There's no reason to be nervous." She gestured to their left. "The priest will come to you and start the ceremony. Then, you'll walk down the aisle and greet your country. You'll ride around the city and continue the celebration here at the castle. So, you don't have to walk all that much."

Gabriella breathed a sigh of relief and giggled. "Thank you."

One of the men who was tying ribbons around the chairs for the congregation suddenly walked to the centre of the aisle and looked directly at Gabriella. He drew his sword and grinned menacingly at the queen-to-be. "Costa Delta is mine. It's supposed to have been in my family but you stole it from us!"

"Gerald?" Gabriella asked. "We've been over this," she sighed. "My family has the right to the crown. Nothing will ever happen between us."

"Maybe this will change your mind," he growled. Just then, two other men brought in Gabriella's parents.

Gabriella gasped. "Mama! Daddy!"

"It's simple," Gerald hissed, "Marry me and give me the crown or you'll never see your parents again."

A man suddenly landed in front of Gabriella. He bowed at her. "Your Highness, Major Bolton at your service." He grabbed her arm. "We have to hurry!" He exclaimed as he pulled her out of the room.

Being much weaker than the major, she allowed him to lead her out of the castle. "Where are you taking me?" she demanded.

The major ushered her into a car and shut the door for her. He rushed around to the driver's side and climbed in. He began speaking with an American accent, "I'm taking you somewhere where you're safe." He reached blindly into the inside pocket of his blazer as he drove. He produced a card and handed it to her. "Major Jack Bolton, part of the Princess Protection Programme. From Albuquerque, New Mexico, America. I'm going to make sure you're safe, I promise."

Gabriella inspected the form of ID. The picture was definitely of him and everything he stated was on there, too. "Okay…Jack?" she said unsurely.

He chuckled to himself. "You're the princess and you're nervous around me?"

She blushed and sighed. "But, Jack, I don't want to be saved. My parents are in danger!"

"Don't worry," he said calmly, "we're keeping communications up with Ricardo and Clarisse. They're going to keep us informed of Gerald's intensions. If your parents are in any serious danger, we'll intervene. You'll not come back here until I say so."

"You can't tell me what to do!" she exclaimed, her vision going blurry with tears.

Jack braked to let some pedestrians cross the road. "If you want to go back there, fine. I'm just doing my job. Go on. Go."

Gabriella handed his ID back and sighed. "Do you promise that my parents won't be hurt under any circumstances?"

He looked across at her and took his hat off, throwing it over his shoulder into the backseat. "I promise."

She looked about to protest again but relaxed into the passenger seat. "Okay," she breathed. "I won't come back until you say I can. But, if you hear anything about my country, anything at all, I order to tell me as soon as possible."

Jack turned back to the road and continued driving. "As you wish, Your Highness."

Gabriella watched her country pass by and soon she was asleep, dreaming of her country without Gerald. A few hours later, she felt someone nudging her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and she twisted in her seat to see Jack looking at her worriedly. "Jack?" she yawned. "Where are we?"

"We're at the base. Are you ready?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she said honestly. "I suppose I have to be."

Jack climbed out of the car and hurried around the passenger side. He pulled her door open and held his hand out for her. He helped her out of the car and quickly locked it. He turned to her and saw her looking around the underground parking lot. "I promise it's nicer inside."

She hitched her skirt up and followed him over to metal elevator doors. "Why do you care about me so much?" she demanded.

Jack pushed the up arrow and the buttons slid away to reveal a number pad. He typed in a five digit number and turned to her as the doors slid open. He gestured inside and sighed when she wouldn't budge. "Okay, listen to me. I'm married to a woman named Lucille. I love Lucille with all of my heart. I grew up Albuquerque and that's where I've lived ever since. Three years after we were married, I applied to take part in the Princess Protection Programme."

"Princess what?" she exclaimed.

"My wife wasn't entirely pleased but she supported me. A year later, she gave birth to our first son, Troy. Seven years later, we had another son, Connor. My point is: I'm just a regular small town man. But, I know what it's like to have children. I know what it's like to want to protect them at all costs." He paused to take a deep breath. "The Princess Protection Programme was set up twenty years ago in order to ensure that every Princess in the world will always be there. You've never seen us and if your coronation goes ahead, you'll never see us again. But, we've always been there, helping with decorations, being security, just to ensure you're safe. Now, Your Highness, it's time for stage four," he said calmly and once again gestured to the elevator.

She reluctantly stepped inside and turned to Jack as he followed and closed the door. "What's stage four?" she cried.

Jack pushed the button for the fifth four and another panel appeared. He punched in a different five digit number and the doors slid shut. He turned to her and smiled softly. "Stage four is the transformation."

"What are the other three stages?" she asked. "Jack, you have to understand that I am a princess, heir to the throne of Costa Delta. I will be queen no matter what happens in the present. If my mother and father have taught me anything, it's to understand everything possible when it concerns me or my country. At this moment, it concerns both."

Jack nodded with understanding. "I've worked for this agency for nearly nineteen years, I've heard it from every other princess I've saved. The first stage was the actual rescue. The second stage was the journey here. The third stage is the explanation about me and this programme. The fourth stage, as I said, is transformation."

"Transformation?" she asked slowly. "What gets transformed?"

"You do," he said quietly as the doors slid open. "If you will, Your Highness."

Gabriella looked him over, finally deciding that he was trying his best to help. She stepped outside and immediately looked behind her to make sure he was following. "Okay, so I'm guessing I go through some change in my appearance, is that correct?"

"Yes," he replied as he led her through a complex looking lobby. There were various computers and people sitting at them and a computerised map taking up the far wall. There were little red dots flashing and she could see one on Costa Delta. Jack pulled out a hand held device and flipped it open. He pushed a couple of buttons and the dot on Costa Delta disappeared. "You're safe," he said quietly.

She looked up at him and nodded. "Okay."

He raised his hand and waved over a woman in her mid thirties. Her blonde hair was cut into a smart bob and Gabriella could see some sort of communication device hooked onto the waist of her dress pants. "This is Ania. She will help you."

"Where are you going?" Gabriella exclaimed.

"I need to change. I can't go home dressed as a major," he said quietly. "If not for any other reason than my oldest son would laugh at me. I will not be long and Ania will take excellent care of you." He touched Gabriella's arm, smiled and then disappeared.

Gabriella turned to Ania. "What are you going to do?"

Ania began leading her to the other side of the room and up some steps. There was a screen in one corner for someone to change behind and a rack of clothes next to it. Against the wall in front of them, there was a dresser with a range of make up product, some hair straighteners, a curling iron and a hair dryer. "We're going to change your hair and give you some clothes so that no one will recognise you." She spoke with the hint of a Polish accent.

"I want people to recognise me," Gabriella said curtly. "I want everyone to know what that…person is doing to my parents and my country."

Ania sighed. "Gabriella, Your Highness, please cooperate. We are doing this for your wellbeing. I assume Jack has assured you that he will keep you informed?"

Gabriella nodded and folded her arms. "Yes."

"All you have to do is trust us," she said softly.

"I trust Jack," Gabriella said softly. "If Jack's here, I'll reconsider."

Jack appeared a couple of moments later in his suit pants and his white shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. "You okay?"

"Do I really have to change who I am?" she asked slowly.

Jack placed a hand on her back and guided her over to the rack of clothing. "I'm afraid so. It's just to ensure that they won't find you and put you in even more danger."

Ania sifted through the rack of clothing and pulled out a pair of blue skinny jeans, a floral blouse and a light blue jacket. "Gabriella, will you change into this now that Jack's here?"

Gabriella stared at Jack before she nodded slowly. "I guess so."

She took the clothes from Ania and was about to step behind the screen when Jack stopped her. He took the tiara from her head. "You don't need this anymore."

"You can't take that," she cried indignantly.

"Gabriella," he said sternly, "it'll be in the safe. No one will touch it and it won't be taken from there until you're back safely in Costa Delta, I promise you."

She sighed and nodded. "Okay." She turned her back to Ania and gestured to the zip. "Do you think you could do the zipper?"

"Would you like some help?" Ania asked quietly.

Gabriella turned and smiled gratefully. "Yes please."

They both disappeared behind the screen and returned a minute later with Gabriella dressed in the outfit Ania had picked out. "What do you think, Jack?" Ania asked, one hand resting on Gabriella's shoulder.

Jack smiled and nodded his approval. "You look great. I took your tiara to the safe myself. No one else will touch it."

Gabriella nodded and tugged uncomfortably on the jeans. "So, what's next?"

"Your hair," Jack said simply and gestured to the vanity stool.

"My hair?" she gasped as she sat down and Ania stood behind her. "My hair has never been cut before!"

"It'll be fine," Jack said softly.

Ania began working to get Gabriella's soft hair out of the complicated bun and let her hair fall free to her waist. She combed through it, allowing any knots to untangle. "Your hair is so beautiful," Ania whispered as she picked up some scissors from the dresser. "Don't worry, it'll grow back."

Gabriella sighed and nodded. "Fine."

Ania began cutting her hair until it was maybe half the length it was originally, landing just beneath her shoulder blades. She cut different layers into her hair which looked remarkably beautiful as she had natural curls. Ania placed the comb and scissor back on the dresser and looked through the mirror to look at Gabriella as she brought some curls around to frame her face. "What do you think?"

"It looks nice," she whispered, reaching up to touch her hair.

"Gabriella," Jack started somewhat nervously. He waited until she had turned around on the stool before he continued, "You can't be Gabriella Montez anymore, at least for the time being."

"Well, who will I be?" she demanded.

Ania rested a hand on her shoulder. "You are now Gabby Hudgens, an average American girl."