DISCLAIMER: It is not mine- Meg Cabot owns it.
AN: Reviews are greatly appreciated!
"There is a message from the Prime Minister postponing your meeting with him tomorrow until a later date, there is a letter from the head of the Racing Society complaining about your taking away of their 'Royal Society' status due to cruelty to horses, there is a letter from the head of the Genovian Olive association about...excuse me, your majesty, I shall just check what that is about...err...oh, and there is a letter from a Mrs Tina Pelkowski."
The harassed looking receptionist handed over the letters.
The new Queen Amelia of Genovia sorted through the letters, took one out of the pile and forced the rest back into the hands of the receptionist. She ran down the corridor, calling over her shoulder, "Please don't disturb me, I'm rather busy! I'll be back for the rest later!"
The receptionist, whose name was Emily-Rose, sighed. The Queen had a lot to learn about decorum.
Queen Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldo curled up on the spacious king-sized bed in her private bedroom, having first locked the door and placed a chair in front of it.
She kicked off her heels and opened the letter.
Dear Mia (or should I call you Queen Amelia of Genovia?),
It's Tina! Tina Pelkowski! I am so sorry I wasn't there for your coronation, but Boris and I were busy getting married on that day, so you know...!
I'M MARRIED! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
Boris proposed to me on our first night in California (in what sounds like a typical novel, Boris' aunt died and left him her house in California.). We moved down here two months ago, and on the first night, with us both all covered in dust and God only knows what else, we went onto the beach and he proposed!
I, of course, said yes. (There's a photo enclosed of us on our wedding day). It was a wonderful day, the sun shone and it was just immediate family and friends as the church was too small to fit anyone else inside!
I write romance novels (my latest book, Cold Hearted, hits the shelves in two days. It's not the most likely ending...but if I say any more, I shall spoil it for you!) It is my fifth novel, yet I still love being recognised on the streets for my work! (There's a photo of me inside the dust-jacket- of course!)
Boris plays his violin professionally now- he has a new CD in the making, which is quite exciting for us both!
I haven't told Boris this yet, so keep it quiet, but I haven't been feeling too good in the mornings lately and I've missed a period, so maybe...just maybe...!
But childbirth would be so painful; I'm not sure what to wish for!
Anyway, I didn't write this letter to blather on about myself! No, I wrote to ask if you would like to come and stay over here for a week or two- we have LOADS of room to spare. Let me know any time that is convenient to you!
From
Mrs Tina Pelkowski
Mia finished reading the letter and drew out the photograph of Tina and Boris. They both looked so happy.
Then she carefully placed the photo and letter back inside the envelope.
She had a phone call to make.
To be continued...
I know it's rather short, but I'll try to make the next chapter longer! Please review- I'll try and reply. Michael comes in a bit later.
Anna D