Meet The "Family"
Gabriella rode the elevator up to the top floor of the building. Her father had said the elevator opened up directly into his apartment.
She hadn't really thought about the fact that she would have to live with his new family for these four days, and was unsure she could bear it. Too late…she thought as the elevator gave a DING signaling it had reached the top floor.
The first thing Gabriella saw when she stepped off was cleavage-a lot of cleavage.
Tiffany-Claire had run up to her and given her the tightest hug you could imagine, her low-cut top not doing a good job of keeping Gabriella's face out of her plastic-surguried body.
"Let me look at you…" Tiffany finally pulled away, giving Gabriella a once over. During these moments, Gabriella did the same for Tiffany.
Tiffany-Claire was wearing a super tight, super revealing gold halter top that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her skirt was a tiny white one with gold sequins and beads. Gabriella swore she saw a butt cheek poking out from the bottom, along with a tiny red thong. She wore white L.A.M.B. stiletto heels and her hair was tied up into a sultry ponytail, letting long golden extensions drape over her shoulders. Tiffany had, as in the cell phone picture, tons of silver rings along her fingers, two gold rings, and a long pearl necklace that got lost somewhere in her implanted cleavage.
Gabriella had been wearing her purple velvet, straight legged Seven's, a loose fitting white polo shirt, a striped headband, and her hair in a high ponytail.
Ew…how did Roberto make this girl into such a fashion don't? Doesn't she know that…like…Seven's are totally out of style. UGH! Tiffany thought to herself.
"You look gorgeous!"
"Same to you!" Gabriella replied, cringing.
"Your Dad went out to run a few errands. He'll be back soon though. Why don't you go upstairs and get settled. Third door on the left. Bathroom is down here, second door off the dining room."
Gabriella began walking toward the stairs, taking in her surroundings.
There were at least five large white sheepskin rugs lying across the cherry-wood floors. The couch was long, white, and leather, covered in terracotta colored throw pillows and ocean colored blankets. There were tall glass vase holding long orange glass tubes next to each door. The dining room was futuristic-glass table, glass chairs with white sheepskin seat covers, a small Robo-vac circling the furniture, a small cherry-wood bowl of shiny blue seashells-the works. No kitchen. There were several heavy wood-and-glass doors around the house, each adorned with a small gold-plated sign above; BATHROOM, DINING HALL, STUDY, etc. There were two large sets of wood stairs, each one covered in white sheepskin. Next to each door upstairs, there were tall glass boxes filled with blue-and-orange Navajo blankets, white pillows, and fluffy blue towels.
"Who are you?" An obnoxious and girlish voice was heard from the back of Gabriella. Gabriella swiftly turned around and looked down to see a mini-Tiffany. There standing was a little girl—couldn't be older than eight; she was wearing dark skinny-Abercrombie jeans that looked way too big on her as if she just pulled it out of her mom's closet and a halter shirt. She had blonde, loose curls (it was the only thing different from her mother, who had straight hair) and Gabriella immediately knew where those curls came from…her father, for she had them, too.
Gabriella tried to smile at the little girl and bent down to talk to her, (she tried to overcome the fact that she was wearing expensive designer high heels that made her about half a foot taller) "Hi! You must be Libby Belle!"
The girl nodded as in a 'duh' tone, "And you must be Frankenstein!" She giggled in an annoying high-pitched girlish voice, as she put her shades over her eyes. Gabriella noticed she had the exact same chocolate-brown eyes that she had (again, from her father) and she was undoubting, her little sister; well, her little obnoxious half-sister.
"Please! No autographs!" Libby Belle held her hand and shoved it in Gabriella's face as she continued to strut off on her heels; Gabriella couldn't help, but grimace at her diva-like attitude, but chuckled when she say Libby Belle almost trip in her heels.
"So this is what it's like in New York…" Gabriella said to herself, looking around the apartment; it was most definitely large and spacious. Heck, it probably was larger than Gabriella's current house in Albuquerque and that was two stories.
"Hun, would you like to see your room? Roberto picked it out special for you!" Tiffany-Claire smiled, rubbing her thin stomach. Gabriella looked down and for the first time she wondered if Tiffany-Claire could possibly be pregnant. She couldn't be, after all, her dad would mention something about it, right?
"Uh…" Gabriella shook the pregnancy thoughts out of her head. "S-sure…"
Tiffany strutted down the hallway, letting her heels clack on the part of the hallway that wasn't covered in animal skin.
"Roberto likes white…" She pointed around at the lack of color; White walls, white rugs, white vases.
"MmmmHmmm…" Gabriella mumbled as Tiffany-Claire came to a halt.
"Here's your room!" She exclaimed mock-excitedly. The sign above it read GUEST BEDROOM NUMBER 3.
As Gabriella walked into the room, she couldn't believe her eyes. It looked like one of those uber-expensive hotel suites that she had only seen in magazines! The cherry-wood floors were polished to perfection and ended where the tall white walls took its place. There was a King sized, double-mattress four poster bed. Next to the bed were two wood nightstands, one holding a short clap-on-clap-off lamp and the other holding a miniature version of the tall glass boxes outside, this one holding a stack of magazines including Martha, Seventeen, Cosmo Girl, Popstar, People, and Quiz Fest. Hanging on the wall above the table was a sleek silver phone and dock attached to it was a laminated copy of the emergency and room service numbers, along with a restaurant menu. There was a 72 inch plasma TV hooked on the wall facing the bed. About seven feet away from the bed as a small relaxing area, stocked with fluffy blue-and-orange mahogany chairs, glass coffee tables, a real Starbucks latte-coffee-frappuccino maker, a small chest filled with nail polish, and an AMC movie theatre popcorn maker/candy dispenser. There was also a large glass desk with a Mac Book Air and a white Mac sitting on top of it. Across from the relaxation area, there were three large wooden doors. Behind one was the HUGE bathroom, behind another was her walk in closet, and behind the third was a small kitchen area.
"Wow…" escaped Gabriella's gaping mouth.
"If you want to make a latte, popcorn, dispense candy, turn on the bathtub or shower, run the stove, use the microwave, or call 911, you use this." Tiffany-Claire picked up a small silver remote with blue rhinestone keys. Each button was labeled.
"I think I'm going to like it here…"
"I hope so!" Tiffany-Claire turned towards the door, rolling her eyes. I hope Roberto chucks out some more cash for this kid…of course, I'm not going to spend it ALL on little miss Albuquerque. I mean, Tiffany needs her shopping spree!
"Meet me downstairs in two hours, darling! We'll go shopping! By the time Robby comes home…we'll be ready to go! See ya, sweetie!"
If Tiffany was going to get stuck with her as a houseguest, she might as well fix her up to make her look more presentable.
Tiffany bounced out just like teenagers do.
How old is she again? Gabriella thought, laughing to herself before plunking down in front of the Starbucks creation maker.
"Hmmm…" She ran her hands over each flavor frappuccino; Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry, Caramel Apple, Double Choco Chip. After pressing the one she wanted, a second list appeared on the screen under the first entitled FIX-IN AND SIZE; Tall, Medium, Grande; chocolate chips, whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, cookie crumbles.
After finding the appropriate size and fix-in, she pressed the COFFEE MAKER START/STOP button on the remote and watched as it expertly brewed her favorite strawberry with strawberries-and-whipped cream frappuccino.
After taking her delectable treat from its place on the table, she turned toward her bed, only to realize that Libby Belle, queen of the brats, was standing in front of her.
"I'll have a coffee…black please." Libby Belle said, clapping her hands.
"Um…I don't think you should be having coffee at your age, sweetie."
"I'm almost seven. Now…Get. Me. My. Coffee!"
"Get it yourself…" Gabriella mumbled under her breath.
"UGH! I'll just make some cotton candy from my new Princess Pony Cotton Candy maker in my room." Libby Belle turned and stalked away, tripping over one of Gabriella's unopened bags.
How does Roberto live with her?
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Four hours later, Tiffany-Claire and Gabriella were standing inside L.A.M.B. with a shopping-helper who was holding their bags from Gucci, Prada, Red Shoe, BCBG, Juicy Couture, Abercrombie & Fitch, H&M, American Eagle, Ralph Lauren, Hermes, Saks 5th Avenue, and Jimmy Choo.
"Aren't these just ah-dorable?!" Shrieked Tiffany-Claire as she ran to a large silver rack of shoes, some from the Seventeen Magazine Gabriella had just read.
Tiffany had been doing that a lot lately. She would hire someone to lug around their bags, and then find something she liked. After that she would hand Gabriella Roberto's Black Card (higher up than platinum, gold or silver and made out of real titanium) and tell her to go buy whatever she wanted.
Gabriella would wander around aimlessly, occasionally picking up a sparkly top, a pair of jeans, a nice purse, a designer shoe, and put it into her bag. By the time Gabriella was done shopping, Tiffany-Claire would rush up to her with six more bags, five for her and one for Gabriella.
Why do I need so many clothes anyway? Thought Gabriella, a little embarrassed to be having a butler follow them into their hired car and around New York.
"Tiffany…can we stop? I'm a little worn out…" Gabriella touched the bottom of her foot, with throbbed with the intensity of one thousand suns.
"Sure, babe. Just…when we get home, change into something…new." Tiffany pointed at Gabriella's outfit; a short-sleeved brown corduroy blazer over a long sleeved pink Aero mini dress, a large brown leather belt, a pair of dark purple leggings, and knee-high brown cowboy boots.
"Um…ooooooookay…"