Chapter 3: The Wedding Must Go On… Even to Extremes

Pretty soon, it was the morning of the wedding. At 5 hours 'till, Maddie and London went to Paris's suite to see how everything was coming along. Callie was outside the door, talking to someone on the other side.

"Paris, don't do this to me, don't do this to your people!" Callie shouted through the door. "Don't do this! You have to! Chad's waiting, everybody's waiting, London and Maddie – er, Madeline, are here to see you! They're here to help! Just come out!" Callie turned to Maddie and London. "She's having 'second thoughts'," said Callie.

"Really? I thought she had no thoughts," said Maddie. Callie gave a small smile, but continued to talk to Paris through the door.

"Please? Just come out! Come out or I'm quitting, and there aren't any more Personal Assistants to work for hotel heiresses!"

Paris finally came out.

"Chad was talking about Nicole to one of his friends on the phone!" she said. "And he said he preferred her! The wedding's off!"

London, Callie, and Maddie stood in the hallway, shocked.

"Wait," said Paris suddenly. "Who's that?"

She pointed to a bell-hop getting off the elevator. It was… Esteban.

"Now THAT's hot."

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"Welcome my viewers from MTV. Chad and Paris have cancelled the big day, but Paris found a replacement groom so… Chelsea Robbins, here for your coverage on the wedding of Paris Hilton and Esteban Julio Rickardo Montoya DeLaRosa Romerez."

Maddie and London stared at the TV in Paris's suite in shock.

"Replacement groom," Maddie said under her breath. "Paris has a replacement groom."

"Hey, at least you're going to a celebrity wedding," said London.

"Paris just picked Esteban because he was the closest man to her at the time!"

"Now," said Chelsea Robbins, "we have some comments on the wedding from some back at our studio."

"Paris has a replacement groom," said one woman, who appeared to be named Amber Welsh. "That's like a substitute teacher!"

"The irony of this is, it's like Paris was thinking, 'I can't marry a celebrity, so I'll marry the next best thing… a bellhop!'" remarked a man named Brad Hamm.

Callie grabbed the remote and flicked the TV off.

"Come on, the Red Carpet gets rolled out in 45 minutes. Lets get there and make the most of this publicity thing."