A/N: I thought it would be nice to write about Mia's life after the tenth book. This is my first fanfic, so be nice! :) Enjoy!

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE FOUR YEARS AFTER THE LAST ENTRY IN THE TENTH BOOK.

Disclaimer for all chapters: Don't own 'em.

Tuesday, June 13, 4 p.m., Limo:

Okay, Grandmere and Dad are going to KILL me. I already told them not to expect me in Genovia this summer, so what's the big deal?

Okay, so I missed my flight to Genovia. Well, not really 'missed' it. I ordered the staff to go fly Genovia without me. Lars happily obliged, leaving me in New York so I could actually live my life. I got a very angry phone call from Grandmere several hours later, "Amelia, what were you thinking! Do you have any idea how expensive fuel is these days?" Says the woman who spent over five thousand dollars on a diamond ring.

"Grandmere, I already told you and dad not to expect me in Genovia this summer. I did not expect you send the Royal Genovian Jet for me and since it was not required, I sent it back." I was so engrossed in my conversation with Grandmere that I didn't even notice Michael enter the apartment. He crept up behind me, grabbed me by the waist and swung me around the room. I let out this loud, un-lady like scream, which Grandmere hardly approved of (trust me, I got a very long lecture later) as he picked me up and carried me to the sofa, cordless still in hand.

"Grandmere, I'll call you later" I said and hung up, as Michael kissed my cheek.

"I missed you today." He said with a smile and dropped me onto the sofa.

"Missed you more." I said, returning his smile and pulling him towards me and kissing him gently. He sat down on the sofa next to me and deepened the kiss, forcing so much passion into it as if he were afraid he would lose me again.

"So how come you're home so early?" I asked, getting up and heading into the kitchen. See, we have this very nice kitchen with a big square cut up in the wall just facing the living room. I can make popcorn AND have a running conversation with my boyfriend, which is not really as big a deal as what I'm making it.

"I just thought it would be nice to come home early and spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend." He said with a grin.

"Okay, so what did you have in mind?" I asked, entering the living room once again, coke in hand and cuddling up to him.

"I don't know, really. Let's go catch a movie." He suggested, as he stood up. I wore my 'Save the Whales' t-shirt, skinny jeans, and my Converse and did my hair while Michael waited in the living room. It's sweet of him to give me my privacy when I get ready, although I don't really mind him hanging around the bedroom.

So now, we're heading towards the movie theatre in my limo (Yes, I still have to use my limo. Grandmere refuses to let me go anywhere in a taxi simply because Princesses do not use public transport. That's for the 'common folk', apparently). Michael looks kind of nervous to me. He keeps bouncing in his seat and softly kissing me for no apparent reason. Oh good, we're here.

Still Tuesday, June 13, a few hours later:

Oh. My. God. Too stunned to write. More later.

A/N: So, what exactly happened? I'll update if I get at least five reviews asking me to. Suggestions and criticism are welcome.