September 1st, 2003

Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi. The royal princess had a headache and she had no reason to get up right? Her eyes shot open. Who was she kidding? This was a huge day!!!

"Oh god." She jumped out of bed and groaned holding her head, "Giselle!!!"

"Coming, Miss." Giselle walked into the bedroom, grinning, "Today is the big day."

"Yeah. I know...I have nothing to wear." Mia moaned. Giselle chuckled.

"You have an entire bedroom filled with clothes that I helped you buy." Giselle said.

"I know..." Mia sighed, "I want to look good for Michael."

"All right...You hired me for just this reason." Giselle said. "You want to look hot for Michael, but there will be press so you need to look like a princess."

"No tiara right?" Mia asked.

"Right." Giselle chuckled, "I'll be right back."

"Thanks." Mia walked to her dresser and grabbed a few aspirins. Her mother walked into the room.

"Today is the big day, Sweetheart." She said. Mia smiled.

"So everyone keeps telling me." Mia said.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Helen asked.

"It's not like Michael and I are getting married." Mia said.

"Not yet, but it's still a big step." Her mother said. Mia couldn't help but to chuckle.

"We have twenty-five bedrooms. It's not a big deal that Michael is moving in." Mia said.

"It is a big deal when he stays in the conjoining room." She said, "Maybe we need to have the talk." Mia turned bright red.
"Mother please no. We've already had that talk." Mia said, "Michael and I have not done anything in the two years we've been together and we will not until we both are ready."

"That is exactly what a mother wants to her from her daughter." Helen smiled as Giselle walked back in.

"Pressed black pants and a pink peasant top." She said, "You'll look smashing in it."

"Thank you." Mia smiled. This was it.

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Her heart beat even faster as the limo pulled up to the runway. The plan was coming to a complete stop. She saw the press starting to get excited.

"Michael..." Mia didn't wait for Joe to open the door for her. She jumped out. The photographers started to take her picture, but she ignored them. The plane's door opened up and Michael stepped out. God, just the sighed of him sent her heart soaring. "Michael..."

"Mia..." He ran down the stairs and engulfed Mia in a bear hug.

"God, Michael, it's been too long." Mia whispered loving the feeling of Michael's arms around her.

"Two months, four days, and thirteen hours." Michael said kissing her nose gently.

"Now you never have to leave and go back to the states." Mia said.
"Perfect." he glanced around them, "A lot of paparazzi."

"You're big news in Genovia." Mia said as she led him back to the limo. Michael laughed as they slid in. He couldn't get used to this fame thing, "Are you hungry?"

"God yes. You know...Royal flights need to get better food." Michael said as he slid his arm around Mia's shoulders.
"Good, because we're having a huge dinner, roasted duck, potatoes, and a lot of French stuff I cannot pronounce." She winked.
"Good." He closed his eyes as they drove to the palace. Mia's hair smelled great, like lilacs and strawberries.

"Are you excited?" She asked.

"About me permently staying here?" Michael asked. Mia gave him a look, "Yes I'm so happy to be living with the woman that I love...and her mother and grandmother. How about you?"

"Very happy. Mom wanted to give me that big talk before you got here." Mia said. Michael chuckled.

"Same with Lilly." He said.

"She is just looking out for the both of us." Mia smiled.

"I know." He said putting the window up between them and Joe. "We're still waiting until we're married right?" Mia gave him a look and a chuckle.

"Well, we're going to try." She said, "No guarantees though."

"I know." He smiled.

"God, I'm so happy." Mia smiled as the limo pulled into the giant garage. They were home. They were home and ready to spend the rest of their lives together.

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