I'm back with a new story. Don't worry I haven't given up on New York! In fact the new chapter will be up later today, but I wanted to get this up first. Hope every one had a good summer. Enjoy this story, and then review please. Coolkitten12
P.S The name comes from a song by Kelly Clarkson who I was listening to while writing this up.
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What would you do if the guy of your dreams asked you to marry him?
You would say yes wouldn't you? That's what most girls would do. But then Mia Thermopolis was never most girls. She was five-foot-nine, had hair that, if it wasn't styled, looked like a yield sign and she was a princess. Her full name was HRH Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Renaldo Thermopolis, Princess of Genovia (so you can see why she asked people to just call her Mia.) What could possible stop you from getting engaged to your dream guy?
On the night before Mia's twenty-first birthday, after an evening of dancing with her boyfriends of six years, Michael Mocovitz, in the Palais de Genovia ballroom, Princess Mia had retired to her quarters after receiving a passionate goodnight kiss.
She lent against door, taking slow, deep, relaxing breaths trying to stop the butterflies flitting around in her stomach. She was trying to decide whether or not to take a deep soaking bath before retiring to bed when a small white envelope with her name in curvy gold writing caught her eye. It was lying casually on her pillow.
"Where did that come from?" Mia curiously asked the room, which was empty. She slowly walked over to her bed, all the time keeping her eyes upon the envelope. She perched on the edge of her king sized bed for a while, not daring to even pick the envelope up, let alone open it. She finally lifted it into her carefully manicured hands, her eyes firmly remaining on the gold writing.
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Michael sat in his room. He had been living at the palace for almost a year and, after agreeing to take prince lessons from Mia's father, Prince Philippe Gerard Renaldo, he felt that he was finally getting on the right side of the Genovian royal family. Especially when he managed to get a positive answer to a question he had been dreading asking them.
It had shocked him the way in which they just accepted what he had asked, he had expected Clarisse (Mia's annoying Grandmother and the Dowager Princess of Genovia) to at least make some kind of scene, but all she had said was;
"I am so glad you have finally decided the time is right and I guess I shall have to give my consent." Michael had been so shocked when Clarisse said this all he could do was stand there eyes bulging hardly believing his ears. It was lucky he had remembered what Prince Philippe had told him during one prince lesson,
"Never let your mouth hang open, no matter how shock you are, it is un-gentlemanly." Michael's mouth, after receiving this shock from Clarisse, remained firmly shut.
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Mia turned the envelope over and, using her special gold envelope opener given to her by Michael on her nineteenth birthday, elegantly slit it open and slid the letter inside out. She slowly unfolded the perfectly folded piece of paper and allowed her eyes to fall upon the black calligraphy writing.
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After telling Mia's family, Michael had returned to his room and started planning the letter. It was hard to get the mood of the message correct, he had rewritten it around one hundred times, but he finally managed to write it in the way he wanted to. He planned to place the letter on her pillow the night of her twenty-first birthday ball (due to be held on the night before Mia's birthday).
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Dearest Mia,
I know it may seem weird, me writing to you instead of just talking, especially since I am only down the hall, but seeing as you're always writing I thought this would be a better way.
Mia, I love you with all my heart, more than you may ever realise. I have wanted to ask you this for so long.
Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Renaldo Thermopolis, Mia…
And there the letter was torn. Mia was confused, though she knew exactly where she could get answers, and for once it wasn't from Grandmere.
She slipped out of her room, down the elaborately decorated hallway and found herself standing in front of the door to her boyfriend's room. She took a deep breath. And knocked.
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