"Now do you believe me?" Mia asked breathlessly. Clarisse nodded. "Okay. Now I have to go back upstairs. I have a date!"

"Really?" her mother smiled. "That's great, honey! Don't be out too late, okay?"

"Okay."

"Helen," Clarisse said reprovingly, "aren't you going to ask Mia the name of the boy with whom she is going out?"

"Mia," Helen asked, "who are you going out with?"

"Tim Divine!" Mia grinned.

"Oh, okay. Have fun!"

"Thanks, Mom!" Mia dashed back upstairs to her room.

"You will never guess what just happened!" she gasped to Hadassah.

"What?"

"Okay. So there's this lady downstairs, and she's my grandmother from a European kingdom named Frell, and she wants me to rule the country!"

"Whoa. Really?" Hadassah was practically speechless.

"Really."

"Well, are you going to?"

"No." Mia decided to tell her friend the truth.

"Why not?"

"I'm not allowed to tell." Mia put it simply.

"Okay." Hadassah shrugged. "Royal secret."

"Don't be mad; I can't tell anyone."

"Fine. What are you going to wear tonight?"

"This shirt and this skirt." Mia decided, holding up a pink shirt and baby blue skirt. Hadassah snatched the offending clothes from Mia's hands.

"You don't want to look like an Easter egg!"

"Good point."

"Here--cute yellow shirt and navy blue skirt with flip flops."

"Thanks, Hadassah! You're the best!" Mia cried. She dressed quickly, fixed her hair, and went back downstairs to say goodbye to her mom and to see Hadassah to the door.

Sorry about it being a filler chapter, but I want to keep it moving.