DISCLAMER: I don't own any of the characters or anything to do with the Princess Diaries!! It all belongs to Meg Cabot.
Sorry It's so short, I'll try to update tomorrow!
Monday 27th July, The Loft, 5:30 pm
Ok, so this morning, I was in the kitchen, having breakfast and perusing the "Affordable Housing Section" of the Times. (I mean, seriously, there's only so long you can live in your mother's house, and now that MR. G and Mom are trying to "rejuvenate" their love life, it's become unbearable. Yesterday morning, I found sexy lingerie behind the TV. BEHIND THE TV. No wonder I needed therapy) when Grandmere, of all people marched in and announced that we needed to talk.
"Amelia, you have to get married"
My pop tart almost got stuck in my windpipe and suffocated me as I started hyperventilating. "Excuse me, Grandmere, what did you say?" I managed to splutter out.
"The Genovian populace is getting restless! You've been dating that boy on and off since your freshman year!! They are beginning to think, as am I, Amelia, that you are wasting your life away, and aren't going to produce any more heirs!!! You need to get t into your head that your actions, or lack thereof, of moving forward in your relationship affects the whole country, not just you!!!"
Honestly, I don't think anything that woman says or does can surprise me even in the slightest anymore.
I can't wait to tell Michael about this at dinner tonight
Monday 27th July, The Loft, 5:35pm
Except if I tell Michael, he'll probably think I'm subtly (or not so subtly) hinting at the M word (which we've not even mentioned yet)
Monday 27th July, Blue Ribbon, 9:35pm
Well. It seems I didn't have to worry about subtly hinting to Michael about marriage. He'd worked it out all by himself.
MICHAEL PROPOSED.
More later when I stop hyperventilating…