Tuesday, Atlantean Royal Palace

I am so nervous! It's like, my engagement party! And mom and dad are not here. I mean, you would think that you should have your parents at your engagement ceremony. Well, I had an early one, but no parents.

My personal stylist chose me a peacock blue suit over a beige shirt. I was wearing leather boots (time and time again I protest against using animal products, but did anyone listen to me? No) and Geo, my stylist, was spraying my hair with mousse.

"Now, your highness, the Royal Cook has baked a huge cake. Flavours of strawberry, orange, lemon, pear, and chocolate are being served. Here are your vows. You've got to memorise them."

So I did. The ceremony proceeded without a glitch, and soon we appeared before a solemn pastor. Uncle Roy was deeply displeased about me hiring a Christian pastor, but what could he do? Wreck the engagement he so wanted me to have? Nah.

Lia's father handed Lia to me without a word. I stood facing Lia, opened me box with the ring, and recited, "

Today is the longawaited day

Our union which we pray

Will be smooth with no glitches

And have a happy ending, finishes."

OK, yeah, I improvised a bit. The real wedding vow was much more boring and cliché. If I start saying that it would take five hours.But Lia don't seem to mind.

"I do, Cal," and she gave me my ring while I gave her hers. Then I kissed her on the cheek. Finished!

"Can we go and eat the cake now?" I muttered as Uncle Roy climbed up the podium to address all the citizens and being as interesting as a hat.

"I thought you'd never say that," Lia and me tiptoed to the cake and had three huge slices each.

"Oh dear, look at your dress," I said. Lia had smudged chocolate all over her chiffon gown.

"To hll with the dress," she grinned, sucking her cake-covered fingers. And I did too.

Lia and I were in my room discussing about where we should go for our honeymoon. "Tokyo! Disneyland!" Lia said.

"Venice! The city of art!" I protested.

"Your highnesses, I think you should go to Paris." Pollo, who was standing guard over our room and listening to us arguing in m room,

said quietly.

"Um, why?" I asked.

"Because I overheard your cousin saying something about finding a long-lost sister somewhere in Egypt. A sister who, if joined with them, could usurp your throne. A sister you never knew you had."

Huh? A sister?
"So much for our happy honeymoon," Lia pouted, punching me on the arm. Let's sleep early. We've got a plane to catch to Paris tomorrow."