Disclaimer: See Chap. One
A/N: Remember how Mia mentioned she liked Britney Spears? Well—Anyway, here goes. Thanks for all the great reviews!
Mia's POV
Later Tuesday
"Hello?" I could barely hear my dad's voice on the other end of the phone. "Mia, is that you?"
"No, it's Grandmere after her voice surgery." I drawled in return.
"You can do that?" I could practically see his brow wrinkling in confusion.
"Where are you?" I demanded softly. I had snuck away from Grandmere's dinner party to 'get some air'. But I answered the phone before Rosario could.
"Genovia, where else?"
Why I ask rhetorical questions, I do not know.
"How's Maman?" I began speaking in French, because Rosario had just past me.
"Perfectly fine." He replied in the same language. "She's scowling, though."
Maman hates it when we both speak in French. One of the things she never did learn was French.
"Pappa, I don't think that Tina and her family will be the only ones joining us for Spring Break." I whispered excitedly in English.
"Do you mean you've made new friends, Mia?" My father was equally excited.
"I have, and they might be able to come with me to Britney's movie première and then the after-party, and then we're going to San Francisco!" I couldn't help but exclaim.
"Helen! Mia's made a few new friends!" My father's muffled voice sounded.
"That's excellent, dear!" My mother is not the flake some might perceive her to be. She still has her liberal opinions, but she felt the best way to live the rest of her life was with the man she loved.
I am the heiress to the throne, as my father has—Well, my father has—Well, it's actually about what he doesn't have. He only has one, well, testicle, because he had testicular cancer.
But he and Maman say that because I'm their only daughter, and their favorite daughter, I probably would have inherited the throne anyway.
It's weird. I love my parents, I do. I don't live with them, but that's alright, you know? My Grandmere, I live with her and I absolutely ridicule her.
Anyway, I can hear Grandmere calling.
"I have to go, Pappa. Grandmere might not have her hair on by the time I get back." I whispered. "All my love to you and Maman."
And dreamy Michael Moscovitz.
I have to stop saying the word dreamy. It's affecting my intelligence.
Michael's POV
"Mom, Dad?" I finished scraping that spot on my plate with my fork. "A friend of mine invited me to stay over Spring Break."
"Who, Judith? Kenny?" My mom took another sip of orange juice.
"Princess Amelia." Lilly spat. "She actually invited him, Judy and Kenneth to go to a movie première in London, then to the after-party, and then they're going to spend the rest of Spring Break frolicking in San Francisco."
"Princess Amelia? Is that some sort of nickname?" Apparently my father can't believe that I would be a friend of a real princess.
"No, um, Princess Amelia Renaldo of Genovia." I managed to say.
"Are you sure that's her name?" My mother looked at me wearily.
"Yes, mother, he's been invited to spend over a week with Her Royal Highness and he's asking if he can go." Lilly seemed more miffed than ever.
"Certainly." My father replied.
"Movie première? Doesn't that mean expensive clothing?" My mother asked, with that worried look still plastered on her face.
"Her Royal Highness said the only things that were required of him were a tuxedo and some party clothes." Lilly spat.
"You've got a tuxedo, and party clothes aren't that expensive. Come on, honey. Our Michael is a friend of a royal!" My father was especially excited.
"Alright, honey. Airfare paid and everything?" My mother's weariness turned to excitement.
"I'll call her right now!" I got up from the table, kissing my mother on the cheek, sticking my tongue out at my sister, and patting my dad on the back.
This was going to be a great spring break.
Lilly's POV
This is going to be a horrible spring break.
Tina's POV
WednesdayOh my God, oh my God, oh my God!!! Mia just called me. Judith, Kenny and most importantly Michael Moscovitz have all accepted the invitation to go to London and San Fran!!!
Mia told me this morning!
Stupid Lana Weinberger passed us in the hall with her junior varsity cheerleader friends, speaking in a really loud, snooty voice. "This spring break my daddy's flying me to London to go to the première of Britney Spears's new movie. I actually get to stand behind the barriers of the red carpet and see all those stars."
And then she stopped and turned to us in her most polite voice, "What are you two doing for spring break?"
"We're going to the première of Britney Spears's new movie. Except, unlike you, we're walking down the red carpet." I replied coolly.
Lana's jaw dropped.
"See you there. That is, if the cameras aren't too blinding for us to see you." Mia followed in suit.
And then we walked to class, with Lars and Wahim behind us. I feel so good! Plus, tonight, Mrs. Renaldo, that is, Mia's Grandmere, is taking us shopping at Chanel for these drop-dead gorgeous gowns that Britney will be sure to love!
Britney is such a nice person. I've met her on several occasions.
Mia's POV
During lunch, my cell phone rang. Normally, I have it turned off, but Lars must have answered it.
"Hello?" I asked, trying to duck under the table, but Tina made me sit up.
"Hi! I heard you were coming to my première this weekend!" Britney's voice sounded so cheery.
"Yeah! And I'm bringing a couple of friends along." I replied. Tina gasped.
"You mean Tina? She and her mom are so cool." I love the little Louisiana twang in Britney's accent.
"Yeah, them. But a couple of new ones." I replied.
"You made more friends, Mia? That's so cool! I thought most of your school--." Britney began, but she cut herself off. "That's great! Can I speak to Tina?"
"Yeah, sure!" I handed the phone over to Tina, who undoubtedly knew who it was.
"Who's that?" Judith asked as she tried to hand me a Pop Tart. I refused politely.
"Oh, just a friend of mine. Her name's Britney."
Once again, Michael was shocked to see that Kenny had torn his eyes away from Anime Magazine.
"So, my Grandmere will send each of you guys a limo. You'll need to have you parents fill out these consent forms, and bring your passports! Attached to the consent forms are things you cannot bring to London, and things you can't bring back." I smiled at them. "See you asap. Come on, Tina."
"Gosh, Britney, I have to go." Tina gushed.
Michael's POV
Damn, the girl is amazing.