The Princess Diaries 3; A New Queen
Mia looked in the mirror and sighed; it was just her luck that she couldn't find the perfect dress. Her yellow one was practically see-through, so there was no chance in her wearing that. Her paisley one was orange paisley; that spoke for itself. Cream was far too formal, white made her look too desperate for a marriage, and purple simply didn't look good on her. She had a few pink ones, but she wore those more often than not; she had to look special.
"This is hopeless," she grumbled, slumping down onto her chair in her closet. "I'll never find the perfect outfit."
"Oh, of course you will," came a voice from the door. Mia looked up to be utterly surprised.
"Grandma!" Mia stood and embraced Clarisse warmly. "Oh, it's so good to see you! It's been forever." She let go of her grandmother. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to come until tomorrow."
Clarisse smiled. "I couldn't wait to see my granddaughter, not to mention Genovia. Being away from home for two entire weeks isn't as fun as it used to be."
Mia grinned. "Even with Joe?"
"Now, now, Mia, please try to be a bit more civilized," Clarisse chided, taking Mia's seat. She regarded the closet with slight disgust; the floor was covered in garments. "Mia, dear, what exactly are you--?"
"Oh, don't worry about it Grandma," Mia advised her, picking up a few dresses that were nearest. "I'm trying to find something to wear for my outing with Nicholas..."
Clarisse understood. "I see... Well, you had best find something fast. I expect he will be arriving soon."
"Oh, no, it's okay," Mia said, hanging the gowns back up. "I can just tell him we can go out another night."
Clarisse suddenly looked terribly confused. "And why would you want to do that?"
"Because I want to spend time with my grandmother, of course!" Mia grinned. "C'mon, grandma, you know what I mean."
Clarisse shook her head. "Mia I don't want you to go and change any of your plans only because I chose to visit a day earlier. I can find plenty of things to do in the palace; remember, Mia, I've lived here all of my life." She winked at the official Queen of Genovia.
Mia rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll go out with Nicholas. But you have to help me find something to wear."
Clarisse nodded and stood, and strode over to what was left on the rack of beautiful gowns. "Now, let's see... How about this one, Mia?" Clarisse pulled out a pale green day dress. "Is this suitable enough?"
Mia frowned at the gown. "Uh, grandma... no. It's too... too... I don't know... Too... green, I guess."
Clarisse cocked her head to one side, then looked at the dress. "Mia, it's a fine dress. It's not too green at all."
Mia groaned in frustration and sat on the chair. "Maybe I'll just go in sweats and a t-shirt..."
"Mia," Clarisse scolded. "Queens never wear grungy clothes when going out with a young man. Now, how about a skirt and blouse? You needn't wear a dress, lest you are going to a ball."
Mia made a face and stood to help pick out an outfit with Clarisse, thoroughly aggravated by the fact that she couldn't even find something to wear.
