A/N: I am kind of putting Mia's Super Sweet Sixteen on hiatus right now, I will finish it eventually, but I got bored with it. Here's my new story, I hope you like it, and I hope you review!

Disclaimer: Well, everyone should know by now that Princess Diaries and all related characters belong to Meg Cabot, and if they don't, what rock have you been hiding under? Now, that's out of the way, all the teachers, wedding planners and other various characters belong to me.

AU: Dates don't really matter, but it is set around Mia's college years. Mia is not the Princess of Genovia, but Michael is the Prince. Lilly is Michael's cousin instead of sister, and Michael's last name is not Moscovitz anymore, it's Renaldo. Oh, and Grandmere is definitely still Grandmere.

"Can you hand me that earring?" Mia glanced at herself in the large ornate mirror. She held her breath praying that she was doing the right thing for the first time in her life.

Lilly held the earring out to her as she said, "Don't worry, you look beautiful. And you're doing the right thing."

Mia glanced at her, Lilly always seemed to have a knack for reading what Mia was thinking. She gave her a tentative smile, and Lilly grinned back, giving her a thumbs up sign. Mia turned back to the mirror and studied her reflection. She was ready for this…she hoped.

Lilly handed Mia her bouquet as Tina opened the dressing room door. "They're ready for you Mia."

She mentally checked off something old, something new, something borrowed, and, wait…something blue? Clutching Lilly's arm, she turned and scanned the room.

"I don't have anything blue. I have to have something blue, I mean, I know there was something blue around here, there HAS to be…" Whirling around, she gestured frantically for Lilly to aid her in searching for the missing item. Tina pulled her hand from behind her back and revealed the missing item. It was an exquisitely made lace garter with a tiny blue ribbon woven through it. Mia sighed relief and took it from Tina's outstretched hand.

"Alright future Princess, let's get the show on the road," Helen Thermolpolis said as she entered the room.

Mia looked at her mother and voiced her doubts, "Mom, are you sure I'm doing the right thing?"

"Well, only you can answer that question. But I am proud of you no matter what you do."

"Mom, you're getting me all teary eyed," Mia sniffed.

Tina glanced out the door and signaled Helen it was time for her to take her place at the front of the church.

"Alright, I've gotta go, but Mia, just remember to breathe."

She hurried out of the room and Mia took her bouquet from Lilly again. She took a deep breath and led her bridesmaids out of the dressing area. The wedding coordinator, Grace, was talking rapidly into a headset and stopped abruptly when she realized Mia had arrived. She took a few moments to settle the veil and dress to her liking and stood back to admire her handiwork. Mia's step-father took her arm and glanced at her.

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess."

Tina and Lilly were already making their way down the mile-long aisle. Grace signaled the quartet that it was time for Mia's grand entrance. The beginning notes to the wedding march were heard as the large oak doors were thrown open and the flower girl and ring bearer preceded the bride.

Everyone rose and turned to face her as she made her first few steps toward the alter. Towards her future, Michael. His face lit up as he caught the first glimpse of Mia, floating toward him. An admiring murmur rippled through the guests.

Halfway down the aisle, however, Mia stopped abruptly. Thoughts ran through her mind a million miles an hour as she tried to overcome her fears. Her eyes searched the masses for her mother, and she finally caught her eye. A questioning look passed over Helen's face and Mia shook her head. She turned quickly and ran toward the door.

"Okay, breathe, just…think, breathe…," she thought as she fled the building. She jumped into the back of a dark SUV and ordered the driver to floor it. Safely away from the church, she buried her face into her hands and sobbed silently. She didn't want Michael to follow her, but prayed he would anyway.

"What am I doing?" she questioned aloud.

The driver glanced into the rearview mirror and replied, "Je ne parle pas Anglais."

Looking out the mirror, she contemplated everything that had just occurred. This wasn't a normal case of cold feet she feared. She pulled her veil off and tossed into the seat beside her.

"La Maison de Fleurs, sil vous plait."

The driver nodded, and twelve minutes later, the car pulled into a circular drive in front of a large stone house. She grabbed her veil and opened the door.

"Merci beaucoup!" she thanked the driver. Pulling her shoes off, Mia ran up the steps and opened the door. She unzipped her suitcase in the foyer and pulled out a pair of blue sweatpants and a tee. Looking around, she peeled the very expensive dress off and left it in a pool on the floor. She slipped the garter off and tugged the sweatpants on. She donned the tee and ran upstairs. Grabbing her baseball cap and keys, Mia said goodbye to her life in Genovia.

Mia didn't have time to pack a bag, and since most of her clothing had most recently been purchased for her by Michael, she didn't feel right taking any of it. She pulled the baseball cap on after combing her fingers through her hair, shaking the pins out onto the floor. She glanced around the room again and then headed for the garage.

The shrill ring of a cell phone interrupted her reverie, however, and when she looked down at it, Michael's number flashed across the screen. Shutting it off, she slipped it back into her pocket and punched in a code to open the garage door. Sliding into her dark sedan, she cranked it up and allowed her thoughts to wander once more.