Ok, everyone is threatening to stop reading if anything happens between Michael and Anabelle, all I can say is KEEP READING!!!!! Things may happen, but I am a M&M fan, all the way. So you just have to keep reading.
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Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters except Anabelle.
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Mia's POV
"It's all arranged, dear," Grandmere exclaimed. Only she wasn't talking to me, oh no, she doesn't refer to me as 'dear' does she?
"Your first official Press Conference will be tomorrow at four pm, downstairs in the largest function room."
"Great, thanks, Clarise," replied Anabelle sweetly.
"How many times have I told you, you can call me Grandmere. I'll even settle for Grandma if you'd prefer. It'll take a while for you to get used to French. But you will pick it up in no time, I don't doubt."
Grandma? The last time I slipped up and called her that I never heard the end of it. How come Anabelle gets to call her Grandma?
This whole thing is just unfair.
It's been two weeks since Anabelle walked into our lives. And I can't say I've enjoyed every minute of it. Unlike Grandmere.
Oh no, Grandmere absolutely loves Anabelle. They have been having Princess Lessons for the past few weeks, and all I ever hear during my Princess Lessons is how great Anabelle is, and "Why can't you be more like your sister, Amelia?"
And now she has come out. No, not out of the closet, just out to the Press. They have called her "America's Other Royal." I bet they would rather call her "America's Better Royal" though.
Everyone just loves her. Even Michael! My boyfriend!!! We were all having dinner one night and he complimented her on how nice her outfit brought out the colour in her blue eyes. Hello? What about my eyes?
But I guess my eyes are just too plain and boring, being grey and all. He did say afterwards that he only said it because he is trying to be welcoming to her.
And I guess I can't hide Anabelle's beauty from Michael forever, or at all really. I mean, she's gorgeous, how could you not notice?
I swear, it's only a matter of time before Michael asks himself what he is doing with me instead of her.
I was now imagining a sharp pencil stabbing Anabelle straight through her perfectly flat stomach, when she said something to me.
"Is everything ok, Mia?" she asked, snapping me back to reality.
Anabelle was always trying to play the role of big sister. She was always giving me advice I didn't want. She even went as far as to tell me I should cut my hair! Does she not realise how long it has taken to get my hair like this since Paolo butchered it three years ago? It's not even as if it's triangular any more, not with all of the product Paolo makes me use on it, in order to keep him away from the scissors.
And now she's asking me if everything is ok? No, actually, nothing is ok. Not since you showed up. But I couldn't say that, not with Grandmere around anyway.
"Huh? Yeah sure, why wouldn't it be?" I replied, turning my face away from Grandmere, so she couldn't see my nostrils were flaring like crazy.
"Do not say 'huh?' to your sister, Amelia, say pardon." Grandmere interrupted, not noticing my nostrils.
"Sorry, Grandma." Oops, slip of the tongue, but she lets Anabelle call her that, so why not me?
"Grandmere, Amelia! Honestly your English is as bad as your French!"
See what I mean?
"Um," Anabelle stepped in cautiously. "Well if you're sure everything is ok, Mia, but remember, you can always talk to me about anything, you know."
"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind." I said with a forced smile. Sure, I'll keep it in mind, along with the images I have of you with a pencil sticking out of your abdomen.
"Now, Amelia, what will you be wearing to the Press Conference tomorrow? Don't wear red, I beg of you, it really isn't your colour."
What? Since when?
"And remember, it's a nice event, not one that you can turn up to wearing whatever you last brought from K-Mart."
"Well," I said, trying to stay calm, "What about my blue skirt and white shirt?" How could I go wrong with that?
"Yes, I suppose that will be fine, just make sure you accessorise well."
Jeez, what's with the third degree about my wardrobe? It's not like I even going to be on the stage. I'm going to be off to the side, next to Michael and Lars, pretending to smile, and 'giving my support.'
"Don't worry, Anabelle, I'm sure you are quite capable of picking out a suitable outfit for yourself. You always do."
What?
Seriously, I hate my life.
Michael's POV
Mia was in my dorm complaining about Anabelle. This made a change from her complaining about Grandmere, I must say.
"And then she was acting all big sisterly! How dare she? Where was she when I was growing up and needed a big sister? I needed someone to talk to then, not now!"
"Yes, uh huh," I tried to sound as sympathetic and encouragable as I could.
"Did you know Grandmere lets her call her call her Grandma? But does she let me get away with it? Noooo!!!"
Ah, I knew it would swing around to Grandmere, it always does.
"I really don't want to go tomorrow, Michael. I know I have to, to show my support, but honestly, I don't know if I can take it."
"Mia, it's ok, I would have been surprised if you had been able to open your arms to Anabelle straight away. But it takes time. And she knows that. It's hard for her too. But you have to go tomorrow, no matter how you feel inside. Just remember, I'm going to be right there with you, helping you through it. Now stop ranting and come here."
I could see a smile creeping onto her face. I knew I could wear her down by telling her I was going to be there supporting her supporting Anabelle.
She walked over and sat next to me. She rested her head against my shoulder and said, "Why can't everything be as simple as you and me? How do you make me feel so much better when I'm in your arms?"
"Magic," I replied, as I put my arm around her.
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Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters except Anabelle.
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Mia's POV
"It's all arranged, dear," Grandmere exclaimed. Only she wasn't talking to me, oh no, she doesn't refer to me as 'dear' does she?
"Your first official Press Conference will be tomorrow at four pm, downstairs in the largest function room."
"Great, thanks, Clarise," replied Anabelle sweetly.
"How many times have I told you, you can call me Grandmere. I'll even settle for Grandma if you'd prefer. It'll take a while for you to get used to French. But you will pick it up in no time, I don't doubt."
Grandma? The last time I slipped up and called her that I never heard the end of it. How come Anabelle gets to call her Grandma?
This whole thing is just unfair.
It's been two weeks since Anabelle walked into our lives. And I can't say I've enjoyed every minute of it. Unlike Grandmere.
Oh no, Grandmere absolutely loves Anabelle. They have been having Princess Lessons for the past few weeks, and all I ever hear during my Princess Lessons is how great Anabelle is, and "Why can't you be more like your sister, Amelia?"
And now she has come out. No, not out of the closet, just out to the Press. They have called her "America's Other Royal." I bet they would rather call her "America's Better Royal" though.
Everyone just loves her. Even Michael! My boyfriend!!! We were all having dinner one night and he complimented her on how nice her outfit brought out the colour in her blue eyes. Hello? What about my eyes?
But I guess my eyes are just too plain and boring, being grey and all. He did say afterwards that he only said it because he is trying to be welcoming to her.
And I guess I can't hide Anabelle's beauty from Michael forever, or at all really. I mean, she's gorgeous, how could you not notice?
I swear, it's only a matter of time before Michael asks himself what he is doing with me instead of her.
I was now imagining a sharp pencil stabbing Anabelle straight through her perfectly flat stomach, when she said something to me.
"Is everything ok, Mia?" she asked, snapping me back to reality.
Anabelle was always trying to play the role of big sister. She was always giving me advice I didn't want. She even went as far as to tell me I should cut my hair! Does she not realise how long it has taken to get my hair like this since Paolo butchered it three years ago? It's not even as if it's triangular any more, not with all of the product Paolo makes me use on it, in order to keep him away from the scissors.
And now she's asking me if everything is ok? No, actually, nothing is ok. Not since you showed up. But I couldn't say that, not with Grandmere around anyway.
"Huh? Yeah sure, why wouldn't it be?" I replied, turning my face away from Grandmere, so she couldn't see my nostrils were flaring like crazy.
"Do not say 'huh?' to your sister, Amelia, say pardon." Grandmere interrupted, not noticing my nostrils.
"Sorry, Grandma." Oops, slip of the tongue, but she lets Anabelle call her that, so why not me?
"Grandmere, Amelia! Honestly your English is as bad as your French!"
See what I mean?
"Um," Anabelle stepped in cautiously. "Well if you're sure everything is ok, Mia, but remember, you can always talk to me about anything, you know."
"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind." I said with a forced smile. Sure, I'll keep it in mind, along with the images I have of you with a pencil sticking out of your abdomen.
"Now, Amelia, what will you be wearing to the Press Conference tomorrow? Don't wear red, I beg of you, it really isn't your colour."
What? Since when?
"And remember, it's a nice event, not one that you can turn up to wearing whatever you last brought from K-Mart."
"Well," I said, trying to stay calm, "What about my blue skirt and white shirt?" How could I go wrong with that?
"Yes, I suppose that will be fine, just make sure you accessorise well."
Jeez, what's with the third degree about my wardrobe? It's not like I even going to be on the stage. I'm going to be off to the side, next to Michael and Lars, pretending to smile, and 'giving my support.'
"Don't worry, Anabelle, I'm sure you are quite capable of picking out a suitable outfit for yourself. You always do."
What?
Seriously, I hate my life.
Michael's POV
Mia was in my dorm complaining about Anabelle. This made a change from her complaining about Grandmere, I must say.
"And then she was acting all big sisterly! How dare she? Where was she when I was growing up and needed a big sister? I needed someone to talk to then, not now!"
"Yes, uh huh," I tried to sound as sympathetic and encouragable as I could.
"Did you know Grandmere lets her call her call her Grandma? But does she let me get away with it? Noooo!!!"
Ah, I knew it would swing around to Grandmere, it always does.
"I really don't want to go tomorrow, Michael. I know I have to, to show my support, but honestly, I don't know if I can take it."
"Mia, it's ok, I would have been surprised if you had been able to open your arms to Anabelle straight away. But it takes time. And she knows that. It's hard for her too. But you have to go tomorrow, no matter how you feel inside. Just remember, I'm going to be right there with you, helping you through it. Now stop ranting and come here."
I could see a smile creeping onto her face. I knew I could wear her down by telling her I was going to be there supporting her supporting Anabelle.
She walked over and sat next to me. She rested her head against my shoulder and said, "Why can't everything be as simple as you and me? How do you make me feel so much better when I'm in your arms?"
"Magic," I replied, as I put my arm around her.
