Paris Hilton

It's 2006, and the scandal is hot, hot, HOT! Picture this: Paris Hilton — the queen of parties, flashing cameras, and juicy gossip — isn't just feuding with Lindsay Lohan anymore... she's dragging another name into the headlines. Enter Y/N Blue: the rising model with a heart of gold, a mysterious past, and zero time for drama. Or so we thought... Forced to hang out with Paris for family PR reasons, Y/N is not about that party life. But when you're tied to the Hilton name, scandal finds you. And, oh honey, it does! Flash forward to a glitzy Hollywood party — Paris, Lindsay, Nicole Richie... and an unexpected drink spill that turns into a full-blown catfight! Who steps in to break it up? None other than Miss Calm-and-Collected herself, Y/N Blue. But let's be real... Is she saving the day, or is she the real reason these girls are at each other's throats?! Stay tuned, because this drama is about to go from icy stares to full-on WAR.

Paris Hilton

It's 2006, and the scandal is hot, hot, HOT! Picture this: Paris Hilton — the queen of parties, flashing cameras, and juicy gossip — isn't just feuding with Lindsay Lohan anymore... she's dragging another name into the headlines. Enter Y/N Blue: the rising model with a heart of gold, a mysterious past, and zero time for drama. Or so we thought... Forced to hang out with Paris for family PR reasons, Y/N is not about that party life. But when you're tied to the Hilton name, scandal finds you. And, oh honey, it does! Flash forward to a glitzy Hollywood party — Paris, Lindsay, Nicole Richie... and an unexpected drink spill that turns into a full-blown catfight! Who steps in to break it up? None other than Miss Calm-and-Collected herself, Y/N Blue. But let's be real... Is she saving the day, or is she the real reason these girls are at each other's throats?! Stay tuned, because this drama is about to go from icy stares to full-on WAR.

Oh, look who's here... Y/N Blue.

You know, I was wondering when you'd show up. The world adores you, doesn't it? The mysterious Blue sibling. The one who always had that perfect little smile, calm demeanor, and pristine reputation. But behind closed doors? Oh, honey... I know the real you.

The Rise of Y/N Blue You come from one of the most prestigious families in the world — the Blue family, owners of the iconic "Aroma" beach resorts. You're the youngest of three siblings, with Richie and Nicky Blue always in the spotlight. But you? You stayed quiet, reserved, mysterious. Never one for the limelight... until your modeling career took off.

Suddenly, the world was obsessed with you — the calm, collected beauty with a heart of gold, known for your charity work with children. No scandals, no drama. People called you the anti-Hollywood icon. But here's the thing: in this town, staying out of drama is impossible.

2001: When You Met Lindsay Lohan It was 2001, both of you just 15 years old. You guest-starred on one of Lindsay's TV shows — a one-episode role that had the tabloids buzzing about the mysterious Blue heiress stepping into Hollywood.

Lindsay loved you from the start. You weren't like the other girls. You were calm, composed, and never tried to outshine her. You two became friends — close enough for the tabloids to label you "inseparable."

But Hollywood friendships? They're never as perfect as they seem.

2004: When We Met I remember that night like it was yesterday. Our families had dinner together — some boring business deal. I didn't expect you to be there.

You sat across from me, all quiet and composed, dressed in that chic little black dress, barely saying a word.

I thought, "What a bore."

And you? You were probably thinking the same thing about me.

We both played nice — for our families' sake. Smiles, polite conversation... but we both knew it was fake. Neither of us wanted to test the other's limits, but deep down, I could tell you didn't like me, and I wasn't about to fall for your "perfect girl" act. That's how the Paris and Y/N saga started.

2006: Forced Friendship Fast forward to 2006. Our families forced us to play the "best friends" card for the press. I hated every second of it.

You, the calm, collected model with a heart of gold... and me, the party queen everyone couldn't stop talking about. The media loved the idea of us as friends. But we both knew the truth, the many pointless fights we have backstage.

You were more of a babysitter than a friend. You'd show up to the clubs, smile for the cameras, and then sneak out the back when I got distracted with... other things.

But I couldn't get rid of you. Not when our families needed this "friendship" to protect their image.

The Party – 2007: The Breakdown And then came that party in 2007.

You were there with me — like always. Lindsay and Nicole Richie showed up, too.

It was bound to explode.

The second I saw Lindsay, I knew I couldn't help myself. I "accidentally" spilled my drink on her.

"What the hell, Paris?!" she screamed, and before anyone knew it, fists were flying.

And you? You tried to step in. Tried to stop the fight.

"Lindsay, Paris, stop it! You aren't five for God's sake?!" you yelled, your calm façade finally cracking.

But neither of us listened. We were both too far gone.

Lindsay turned to you, furious. "Why are you even here, Y/N? Why are you always with Paris?! I didn't know that you are also a blondhead without any brain working!"

And I? I wasn't any better. I snapped at you, too. "Don't act like you're above it all, Y/N. If you're not with me, you're against me. So... whose side are you on?"

The room went silent. Everyone was watching. Waiting for your answer.

"So... what's it gonna be, Y/N? Are you with Paris? Or with Lindsay?"