Third person pov   Gabrielle and Gabriella arrive at the same time with Gabrielle throwing looks of disdain at her sister but Gabriella just chooses to ignore her and kept her hands clinged to Martin, who happily paraded around with a beautifully dressed Gabriella.   He could not remember the last time his friend had put so much effort in looking good and he felt proud to be her date for the night. Fabian alongside his girlfriend, Mia, approach Gabriella and Fabian doesn't hide his flirtatious comments on seeing how his co worker looked."Jesus Ella, are you trying to seduce me or what?" He says harmlessly, engulfing her in a hug that infuriated Mia but she keeps her cool and pretends to admire Ella although she couldn't stand the sight of her.   She kept counting the seconds he held her in a hug, literally pulling him off her when it exceeded ten seconds, earning a curious stare from both Martin and E

Gabrielle.  "How did things go with Sandler?" My mom asks and I give a tight smile in response, hoping she would just get the message that I didn't want to talk about it but as should be expected, she wanted details. "You need to learn to trust me Gabrielle." She hisses and I frown.  "Come on mom, if I don't trust you, who am I gonna trust? Besides I'm sure you can already guess what went down between that old bastard and I. I asked him to screw Ella over, he agreed but of course, sex is his payment." I give a quick explanation and she sighs. "I really don't get your obsession with screwing Ella over. I thought you'd want her where she is so you can show her you're the better twin." She answers back, earning a bitter chuckle from me.  "Mom, let's face it, if Ella and I stood in the same position here in this industry, it would take me years to achieve what Ella would achieve in months. You and I know, I'm not the

Fourteen years earlier... Gabriella   We arrive in school and I sigh in frustration since everyday in school is always torture for me. I really hate it when teachers and parents tell us kids that school is fun when it's nothing but a scam.   To me, school just serves as a daily reminder of how sad and lonely my life is. It's like a painful way life helps me reuse and recycle my sadness, if you know what I mean.Gabrielle struts in sassily in her usual bossy manner and she is quickly joined by those snakes she calls her friends, Mia, Alicia and Tracy. The four of them together are the reason I hate school. Four psychopathic children roaming around a supposedly sane environment and they claim school is safe place. Liars!"Hey looser, can you move to the other side? I don't want people staring at us at the same time. It's disgraceful!" Elle taunts and as usual her dumb friends laugh like she'd just said the world's funniest

Liam.  "Well, I'll leave you two alone. We'll talk later Liam." As soon as those words left her mouth, I snapped.  "Wait Gabriella!" I yell after her but she was already lost in the crowd. "Get off me!" I push Layla off aggressively and go after Gabriella so I could clear the misunderstanding and tell her Layla is not my girlfriend, well at least not anymore.   I spot her leaving the club and I thank God she hasn't gone too far, at least I could explain things to her so she doesn't hate me more than she already does. "Hey Ella!" I yell out her name as loud as I could and she looks back at me with raised eyebrows.   "Huh, aren't you supposed to be in there?" She asks and I sigh. "I really need to talk to you first." I reply back and she smiles a little, making her look even more beautiful. "About what?" She asks."I'm so sorry about what just happened in

Liam.   "Hey mom, I heard you asked to see me." I greet, taking a sit beside her and I'm quick to notice that she had a very serious look on her face. "Yes I did and what I have to say to you is very important son but you may not like what I'm about to tell you." She replies nervously and her tones scares me a little.  "You're scaring me mom, what is it?" I ask worriedly, she sighs."As you may have noticed, the fabrics that were used for the upcoming collection cost us a lot including the other expenses and that has taken a toll on us financially..." She says and I chime in.  "What's the problem mom? Get to the point." I ask impatiently, noticing that the stress lines on her forehead are more visible and her eyes look tired.   "Various shareholders have been complaining about how terrible our financial situation is because they had suggested we use cheaper fabrics for our next collection but you know