Thank you for the reviews.

Now I'd like to address the fact that Clarisse is calling Joseph 'Joe', the reason I wrote that is because now they are married so you have to add in the fact that in some ways their relationship has changed. Plus I wanted to throw in some of the Julie I know so dearly.

Clarisse was lost in her thoughts of the impending venture. She could not wait to meet her granddaughter, but at the exact same time she was also scared. She did not want to lose someone she never got to give and show the love she has for them.

Joseph entered the suit to find his wife in tears, which was a very rare find.

"What is the matter darling." He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Nothing I am just thinking." Clarisse lied.

"You cannot fool me, I used to be your head of security and now I'm your husband. I can tell when you are keeping something from me."

"I am scared. I've lost my husband and my son but I've never felt so scared and so sad. I could lose this little child, who does not know how much I love and care for her."

"You have every right to feel the way you are feeling, and you should never feel weak for being human and having a heart."

"Last time I knew what I was getting into, I knew Amelia was healthy. But now, it is like I'm taking a shot in the dark. My country could be in the hands of an ill child."

"Clarisse you shouldn't worry about your country, I know it's your duty as queen. But in this situation it's your family who needs you and this girl is going to love you and Mia, and everyone else."

"And what if she doesn't? Tell me what is going to happen if she hates us all? What if she despises us?"

"The what if's will kill you. Besides it doesn't matter because you already think of the world of this girl and in the end everything will be all right."

"You are probably right, no you are right. You are always right about things like this."

"If that were true I'd be the one wearing the tiara not you."

Clarisse managed a smile through her tears.

Mia found herself wandering the halls of the palace. Her thoughts were nearly the same as her grandmothers. Her vision was obscured by the salty tears that poured like a faucet from her eyes. How could a sister she never met be dying? She didn't know if she could handle it.

Eight days after discovering the existence of Madeline, Clarisse, Joseph, Mia, and Nicholas Devereaux were in New York City, New York. The air was warm seeing as how it was early May. The Genovian consulate in New York was grander than the one in San Francisco. At 12:00 Clarisse was going to go on a tour of the high school that her granddaughter was currently attending.

The halls of the school were desolate and quite. It was the exact opposite of Mia's. Tendril High School's principle Mr. Thompson was nothing less than a prison guard, dressed primly in a suit he guided Clarisse, Mia, Joe, and several security personal through the school.

"But Mr. Kendall you said to write a report on a European country with a rich history and about their exports and that is exactly what I did." A young voice said.

"Yes but Genovia is too small of a country with things like pears and cheese as exports. Plus your report is spotty at best." Mr. Kendall replied.

The voices were coming from another hallway. Clarisse could hear it clearly.

"You should have said it was too small of a country before we started the project. And their exports are just a legitimate as another country. And I'm sorry but you know that I've been busy and that I have many things happening in my personal life that are very stressful."

"That's no excuse, school must always come first."

"Well in any case school might not matter."

"We can discuss this later get back into the room."

The rounded the corner to find Mr. Kendall standing there alone.

"Ah Mr. Kendall I would like for you to meet some special guests who are visiting the school." Mr. Thompson said, who obviously did not hear the previous conversation that the teacher was having with a student.

"I am sorry but I have a class to run and I am very busy." He replied.

"Well they can wait."

"Of course."

"Hello Mr. Kendall. I am Clarisse Renaldi Queen of Genovia; this is my granddaughter Princess Amelia or Mia, and my husband Joseph." She said smiling, a twinkle in her eye. The teacher just looked dumbfounded at her.

"Um hello your majesty." He managed.

"Well shall we continue on our tour?"

"Of course, but I'd like to have a word with Mr. Kendall. You can all continue on."

"Certainly."

Once they were a good distance away the queen began to talk to him.

"Mr. Kendall I could not help over hearing your conversation with one of your students. Well let me tell you that Genovia is a highly fruitful country with an ornate history and lively culture. You should be pleased with a student who writes a report on such a unique country when many others would not take on the task."

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you." Then she walked away.

"I was wondering if you would like to attend our talent show tonight?" Mr. Thompson asked.

"Well that would be lovely of course." Amelia replied.

"Don't worry we will make sure you have your own section blocked off from the public."

"Oh please don't, I would just like to be treated like anyone else." Clarisse said.

"Of course."

It was 7:32 pm and the royal family with security guards dressed in normal clothing were all sat in the crowded auditorium. The show was filled with amazingly different talent. Clarisse found herself amused at the wondrous display of uniqueness in students. The show was nearing the end.

"Now I would like to introduce our last performer of the night singing The Queen of the Night Aria by Mozart Maddie." Said the announcer.

A thin girl about 5'3 stood on the stage, she had long brunette hair. At first glance you wouldn't expect anything, but when the music started the girl made an astonishing strong and beautiful sound came from her. Right when Clarisse initially saw her she knew it was Madeline. Maddie received a standing ovation, which no other performer of the night had gotten.

TBC…

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