AN/ Took me ages to decide who Andy should be lol. Sorry guys this will probably be my last chapter for awhile. My family is in the middle of a move interstate, and then I am moving to the UK for the rest of the year where I wont have computer access. I will try and get a few more chapters for each of the characters in before I leave for the UK though. I am hoping to buy the third book tomorow. I just want to say thankyou so much for all your support with this fic. Your reviews have keep me enthused and trying harder to write better chapters each time. So thankyou thankyou thankyou. Please review this chapter for me, I would love to hear what you think.

'You don't know who he is, do you?'

Tibby frowned at Brian, 'what do you mean 'who he is', Brian?'

Brian shrugged and continued walking 'Well his name's not 'Randal' that's for sure'

Tibby rolled her eyes 'Oh really, I suppose it's an alias an he's involved in a huge conspiracy'

Brian shrugged again.

'Brian' Tibby snapped impatiently, if he had something to tell her she wished he would just come out and say it. Beating around the bush wasn't Brian's style and that's what she liked about him.

'Okay! Who is the person in magazines that we constantly mock and think is a ridiculously overrated joke of a spoilt brat'

Tibby didn't even need to search for the answer 'Paris Hilton'. Brian and Tibby had always despised her and her 'type'.

Brian nodded

'So? what does that have to do with Andy..or whatever you think his name is? Are you telling me that Andy is really Paris in disguise' she said in mock horror.

They had reached the elevator in the lobby now, and Tibby was so aggravated her voice echoed around the room, attracting stares from vacationers.

'Well you hate that type of people, we both do. We make fun of them Tib, they're a joke. '

'So!' Brian, get to the point already would you'

'Well he's one of them. One of those young wealthy people who leads a life without purpose except to live off his parents fortune, and others loss, climb the social ladder and get his picture in the magazines'

Tibby laughed 'That's ridiculous.'

Brian gave Tibby a patronising stare 'His name's not Randal it's 'Ferrier'. Andrew Ferrier.'

Tibby's arm froze outstretched as she reached towards the elevator button for their floor.

'As in, Ferrier Productions?' She whispered.

'Yes, as in Ferrier Productions' replied Brian, leaning over Tibby to press the button which she seemed to have forgotten.

'Oh my god, you're right. I thought his face was familiar, but it never clicked that he was the son of Hugh Ferrier. He is just so different in real life that I would have expected him to be, from the articles and everything.'

Suddenly every moment she'd spent with Andy flashed through her mind, his familiar looks, his extravagant room, avoiding being seen, he really was Andrew Ferrier. Ferrier Productions were one of the wealthiest corporations in America. A multi media company which net billions of dollars a year. They covered all areas of movie production, distribution, and advertising and merchandise. Of course that was his link to the film festival! Tibby didn't hold it against Andy for not telling her who he was, if she were one of the wealthiest, best looking people in America she wouldn't go around broadcasting it either. But then if she were Andy she would be too ashamed to broadcast it. His family was known for their scandals and rumoured illegal dealings, not to mention their exploitation of third world countries in the quest for cheap goods which they could sell at top price. But that wasn't anything unusual for multi-national corporations these days, and despite the fact that it made her sick and broke all her moral codes, she couldn't hate Andy for his father's business dealings. She decided not to judge him so soon, her time with Bailey had taught her that people were not always what they seemed. Andy deserved a chance.

'This is so surreal. I'm going on a date with a Ferrier' Tibby murmured.

'You're going on a what!' The tone of Brian's voice made Tibby snap back to attention, she felt her cheeks going red. 'Um, he asked me to have breakfast with him tomorrow morning' she said, looking down to avoid Brian's gaze.

Brian was silent for a minute, and they stood in the elevator without saying a word. When they reached their floor, Tibby stepped out of the elevator and walked ahead towards their room.

'And, you're still going to go? Even now you know who he is? Even though he lied to you? Even though you hate his 'type'. Brian called after her, his voice indignant.

Tibby was disgusted at the judgemental tone in his voice. Sure, they mocked Hollywood's rich kids mercilessly, but Andy was different. She was sure he wasn't like the rest of them despite how he was portrayed in the media.

'Brian, you don't even know what his 'type'is, and you cant' even begin to judge him because you know absolutely nothing about him. I though you were the guy who always sees beyond the superficial, you're always telling me not to judge people by their appearance, or reputation. So, well done, you've taught me well, and I'm not going to categorise Andy until I know him better. So yes, I am going to have breakfast with him, no matter what you think.'

Tibby held her breath, and her ground. Staring Brian straight in the eyes. For a second she thought he was going to give her a retort, and she prepared herself to strike back, but Brian just shook his head and said 'Please yourself' before walking right past her.