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Isabella

3 months later- Los Angeles, CA

So, a lot has happened in the past three months. Let me catch y'all up real quick.

After the chaos that happened in the Bahamas, Gina was obviously arrested along with Javier, and they're both being held up in some prison in Jersey right now. We all have to go to court soon, since Gina now has two kidnappings to her name, plus a murder, and they want our statements (mainly mine). Yep, so the case is going to trial sometime next month. It kinda sucks and I don't want to go, but my parents said I have to because I had to testify or whatever. I'd rather stay as far away from Gina as possible, but they promised me that after all of this was over and done with I'd never have to see her again. Thank God because I'm sorry but she's a fucking psycho. I heard she's still convinced that she didn't do anything wrong, which blows my mind. My mom gets pissed whenever she talks about it so I don't bring it up anymore. No need to focus on the negatives, especially when it comes to this craziness.

Not gonna lie, the whole kidnapping 2.0 thing shook me up a bit. I was scared to be alone for awhile, like I had to be with either my mom or dad for the longest. Wherever they went, I went. I even slept with them in their bed for about a week because I would have nightmares and I'd wake up crying or mid-panic attack. Yeah, it was really crazy. Thankfully I've grown out of that constant paranoia and my sessions with Dr. Wells have helped, but I'm still a little weary about some things. It's not nearly as bad though, so I can't really complain. It's all part of the process I guess. At least that's what Dr. Wells says, and she's a smart woman, so I'm listening to her.

Oh, remember when my mom said she would work on being a better mother? Well, she stuck to that. I expected her to be crazy protective after the Bahamas fiasco, but it was more me than her that was scared and clingy. I could tell she was worried, but she tried to keep it to herself because she already knew how terrified I was, and if we were both acting crazy neither one of us would get better. We've been to several sessions with Dr. Wells since then, and we've both been working to better our relationship. My mom has been trying to let up and let me grow a little more, instead of treating me like a little kid, which I appreciate. She's still somewhat strict and she has her rules of course, but she's worked them around my age so I don't feel like I'm five. As for me, I've been working on trusting and respecting her more, as I should. We all know I have an attitude problem so I've been trying to fix it. Overall, I think we're doing really great. I'm proud of us, and my dad is too.

My parents also decided to move us to California for the time being. I was hesitant about it at first because I was so used to New York, but it's been two and a half months here and I love it. The vibe here is so much calmer and peaceful, and hiding from the paparazzi is way easier. They haven't seen us in probably a month because we've been so incognito, trying to let the media craze and everything die down first. When I say it's been hectic, it's been hectic. Even though the paparazzi hasn't caught us in public, we've still been on every news station, tabloid and talk show for weeks. Thankfully my parents are like the king and queen of staying hidden from the public eye, so we've managed to escape the crazy, at least for now. I really don't understand how they do it since they're so famous, but let me not question it. I'm enjoying the privacy. It's something we didn't have much of in New York, and it's a newfound luxury I've grown fond of. California is the place to be. I wouldn't mind staying here forever.

Plus my mom and dad found this big ass mansion in Bel Air and when I say it's the craziest thing I've ever seen, that would be an understatement. (A/N: a video of the house is attached at the beginning). I thought our apartment in Manhattan was big, but this house in Cali is about a hundred times the size. I still get lost sometimes and I've been living here for a minute, but I'm not complaining. How many people can say they get lost in their house? I haven't made that many friends here yet, but when I do let me tell you, my house is gonna be the hangout spot. It's so dope. To sum it up, it has this insane foyer with a double bridal grand staircase, an elevator if you wanna skip out on all the stairs (me), a huge gourmet kitchen, multiple living rooms, nine bedrooms, sixteen bathrooms, a spa, a bar area with a lounge, a home theater, a two story gym, a two story wine cellar, a game room in the basement and an outdoor living area with a swimming pool, cabana, grill area, and a movie theater screen. There's also a garage under the house with all of my dad's luxury cars. My mom has some too, but she's not a car person like my dad is. To name a few, he's got a Rolls Royce, a Maybach, a Bentley, a Maserati, two Bugattis, a Ferrari and a Tesla. That's only naming a few. My mom has a Range Rover, a BMW, a Porsche, a Mercedes G-Wagon, and an Audi. I know that sounds like a lot of cars, because it is, but best believe they drive all of them. That's another perk about living in California, we can actually drive the cars places. We didn't have the space for all of them in New York, but now we have a huge ass garage with all the space. Pretty sure it's my dad's favorite part of the house.