Chapter 2

"Great! Mom why are you being so rude?" Troy snapped. "Don't talk to your mother like that!" his dad said. "Are you kidding me! She treat my fiance' like shit!" Troy exclaimed. "Troy, she's nothing but a material girl. She's an heiress, she's going to suck your money and life out of you. She's not worth your time at all. If I were you I'd break the wedding off you haven't started planning it yet right?"

"Of course we've started planning it, it's near the Montez Cottage outside Panama City." he said sighing. "You can afford that? Wow, since you own your own business and your about to marry an heiress you think your Mr. Nacho Macho. With all of your money, have you even thought about us?

We barely have enough to pay for our house since we spent most of our savings sending your selfish as to Columbian University!" his mom exclaimed.

"Mom-" Troy stopped talking when he heard heels clicking he turned and saw Gabriella coming toward him.

"I'm going to wait for you." she said in his ear then walked away.

"Where is she waiting in your limo? Or your new Audi you bought, or is the Ferrari or the Mercedez?" his mom asks mocking him. "I'll see you around Troy." she said then walked off. He watched his parents walk away then got into the limo and sat beside Gabriella who was texting fast.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm so happy! I'm peachy, no I'm mango, no I'm berry, no I'm lemon!" she exclaimed.

"I'll take that as a no.." he said.

"You're damn right it's a no! You mom thinks I'm some airhead heiress, who has no job, no life, I mean she called me a Kardashian." Gabriella whined.

"Isn't that good."

"It's horrible! They're exactly like me! I'm nothing but a pretty face." she cried and put her face on his shoulder. "I have to get a job."

"Elle, it's not that serious."

"Can someone get me a newspaper like pronto!" Gabriella said on the phone to one of her assistants. "I need a job."

Troy rolled his eyes and snatched her phone from her. "Ignore her." he said then hung it. "You're not getting a job, I don't care what my mom says. I'd rather have you like a Kardashian than any other way. I love you just the way you are."

"Really! You mean that?" Gabriella asked smiling.

"Yes, you're perfect." he said and kissed Gabriella.

"Oh my gosh! I knew I loved you for a reason!" she said and kissed him back.

"I hope so." he smiled.

"So I can't wait for our familes to be together at the cottage for the last month and a half before the wedding!"

"Are you sure about that?" Troy asked unsure. "Our parents hate eachother."

"Hate is an understatement, but I remember in my phycology or sociology class my teacher said something about being around something you hate for so long will make you love it or something like that?" Gabriella said and shrugged.

"I-I, okay." Troy nodded at his fiance'.

"Well lets send out invitations tomorrow!" Gabriella smiled big.

Troy half-smiled at her, he knew this whole family cottage thing was going to start off a disaster but maybe Gabriella was right? Maybe they'll get used to each other.

...

Mrs. Bolton glared down at the invitation in her hands.

"I can't believe he's going through with this wedding." she mumbled angry.

"What's wrong with her, from this picture they look perfect for eachother?" Troy's 17 year old younger sister, Casey, asked her mom.

"She's a total airhead, I mean. I understand Troy likes idiots, but she's not right for him not at all."

"Look mom, they want to stay at a Cottage with them in Florida during the last month and half before the wedding." Jennifer, Troy's older sister at 27, said pointing.

"I'm not going. I'm not even going to the wedding. I refuse to watch my oldest son marry some basic airhead heiress girl." she snapped.

"Come on, let's just go and support him. Maybe you have a wrong view on her, she looks nice and smart. She has to be smart if Troy is marrying her right?" Casey said.

"Is Troy getting married?" Their Aunt Silvia asked walking into the room confused.

"Yes he is." Mrs. Bolton said. "You got an invitation too." "Everyone got an invitation to the cottage for a month and half. But how, and too who?" Silvia asked.

"I think you should wait and meet her. Don't make you judgements so soon." Mrs. Bolton said.

"Come on mom! Give the girl some slack, what's her name anyways. Oh it's Gabriella Montez." Jennifer smiled.

"Why does that name sound so familiar?" Casey asked.

"She makes special appearances at events." Mrs. Bolton mocked and Casey's eyes widened.

"Allie loves her! She's like her idol! I mean she's obsessed with Gabriella Montez because she's some type of fashion icon or something!"

"Maybe you should invite Allie then?" Jennifer said.

"She'd probably crash the wedding." Casey sang.

...

Juliet Montez looked at the invitation. "Oh my gosh." the 28 year-old exclaimed. "MOM!" she yelled.

"What Juliet." she snapped.

"Gabriella is getting married?" Gabriella's older sister asked her eyes wide.

"Apparently so, Juliet."

"Gabi's getting married, who the hell would marry her?" Marcos Montez, Gabriella's other older sibling said, at 27 years old.

"His name is Troy and he's a very charming boy." their mother said shrugging. "But his mother, she's another story."

"What about her?" the youngest, Stella Montez at 16 asked walking in.

"She's crazy. I mean I understand we're both from different worlds us being in the high class and them being in the lower class but honestly..." her voice faded out.

"I don't understand what the problem-HEY! We're going to the cottage for a month and half! I can't wait! I missed it there. I'm going to sunbathe my ass off!" Stella said laughing.

"Language." her mother said sternly.

"Oh, sorry." Stella said and Juliet rolled her eyes.

"So, is Troy crazy?" she asked.

"No, if you ask me he's perfect for Gabi. I just cannot stand his mother." Their mother groaned. "She's insane."

"What did she do?"

"She called Gabriella, a Kardashian." Mrs. Montez said and the three kids gasped.

"Are you serious!" Marcos laughed.

"Yes!" his mother replied.

"She's nothing like a Kardashian!" Juliet exclaimed.

"That's such an insult." Stella mumbled.

"They're hot, so it's okay." Marcos mumbled. Juliet hit him in the head and glared.

"It's not okay!"