Chapter 2: Paris Hilton's Wedding

"Guess what, Maddie!" shouted London, running out of the elevator.

"What?" asked Maddie.

"Paris Hilton is getting married, and I'm on the guest list! And I can bring you for your first Hollywood appearance!"

Maddie's mouth fell open.

"Wear the turquoise cocktail dress, I have a magenta one with just a little different design," said London.

"Ohmygawd! I'm going to Paris Hilton's wedding!" Maddie screamed. "So, who's she marrying?"

"Chad Michael Murray," said London.

"Ohmygawd! I'm going to Paris Hilton and Chad Michael Murray's wedding!" Maddie screamed.

"You're going to a celebrity wedding?" asked Zack, as he and Cody got off the elevator.

"Yep, thanks to London," said Maddie. "I'm her new Personal Assistant!" She turned to London. "So where's the wedding gonna be?"

"In a little town outside of Boston. But Paris and Chad are staying here because, well, me and Paris – we're like sisters."

"Paris and I," Maddie corrected.

"You're never MET Paris," said London. "Anyway, her daddy owns a hotel chain, my daddy owns a hotel chain. We're close, kinda like me and Porscha. When I'm not on the cover of the tabloids, she is."

"Porscha Tennebam is never on the cover of the tabloids," Maddie said.

"Exactly."

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Paris entered the hotel.

"Wow, this place is HOT!" she said in a bubbly, cutesy voice.

"Paris!"

"London!"

The two girls hugged and did air kisses on each cheek.

"How's your dad?" asked Paris.

"Good! He just bought me a Personal Assistant!"

"I just hired my 1, 285th!" said Paris. "CALLIE!" she yelled over her shoulder to someone outside.

A pretty brunette girl in wire-rimmed glasses and a pretty army green top, a mini skirt, and brown leggings, who looked about 16, tore into the building.

"Oooh, she can hang out with mine!" said London. "MADELINE!"

Maddie hurried over from the candy counter, except she was dressed in a purple dress that came to just below her knees.

"Stylish," Paris commented. "Callie, hang out with Madeline here –"

"It's Maddie," said Maddie.

"Paris is talking, chick," said Paris. "Now where was I...?"

She and London stood in silence, pondering.

"Yeah, you two have fun with that," said Callie. She grabbed Maddie's arm and led her over to the candy counter. "I can't STAND this anymore! She just hired me yesterday, and I want to quit! And you think she's bad now? Wait until she says 'I do'! Or no, wait until the guy gets here! She gets all... ditzy..."

"You mean, she acts like normal, but it seems more annoying because the relationship won't last?" asked Maddie.

"Yeah, pretty much! She rushed her sister into marriage once just so she could wear this new magenta dress she bought, because she had nowhere else to wear it!" Callie said. "I just don't understand these... slip-ups."

"Yeah, all of her and Nicky's relationships were on that VH1 thing... I think it was a 'Hollywood's Shortest Marriages' special, or something," said Maddie.

"Yeah, them and there 5 million publicists."

"I know how you feel," said Maddie. "London forced me out of my laid back, girl-next-door, school girl style because I was the only one in Hollywood who would work as her Personal Assistant!"

"Oh, you too?" asked Callie. "Girl, I sympathize. I know where you've been, I've been there too."

All of a sudden, the girls heard muffled screams and turned to see two humungous bodyguards escorting a good-looking man into the Tipton.

"Great, here's Prince Charming with his two great knights, out to save us all. Send out an S.O.S. for me," said Callie sarcastically.