The three of them had moved out to the garden and were sitting around a table beside the fountain enjoying their tea.

Katya had just lifted her cup to her lips when Mia started clinking her spoon against the edge of her cup. The noise brought everyone's attention over to the table and Katya could see the people off to the side grimacing at the sound, while Clarisse just watched her youngest granddaughter, perplexed.

Once Mia had licked the spoon off and set it down, Katya took her first sip of her tea, trying not to cringe in embarrassment of her younger sister.

Finally Clarisse began to speak, "Katyana, Amelia, have either of you ever heard of Edward Christoff Philippe Gerard Renaldi?"

"No..." Mia said, confused and Clarisse turned her attention to Katya.

Katya frowned in concentration, "The name sounds a bit familiar, but I can't place from where."

"He was the crown prince of Genovia." Clarisse explained to the two girls.

"Hmm..." Mia hummed, nodding her head.

"What about him?" Katya finally asked.

Clarisse took a breath, "Edward Christoff Philippe Gerard Renaldi... was your father."

Katya almost dropped the teacup she was holding as she stared at her grandmother in shock.

Mia, however, though it was a joke, "Yeah, sure. Our father was the prince of Genovia."

Clarisse obviously didn't understand sarcasm, because she was nodding her head along with Mia until she said, "You're joking."

Clarisse looked at the two girls in confusion, "Why would I joke about something like this?"

Katya shook her head, "No that's impossible, daddy wasn't a prince. If he really was that would make us..." she trailed off as she looked over at her little sister.

"Exactly," Clarisse smiled at the two, "you are not just Katyana and Amelia Thermopolis" She first looked to Mia, "You are Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi princess of Genovia."

Clarisse then turned her attention to Katya and smiled, "And you are Katyana Nicollet Thermopolis Renaldi princess and rightful heir to the Genovian throne."

"M-me?" Katya hesitantly pointed to herself, "A princess? Heir to the throne?"

"Shut Up!" Mia exclaimed, staring at her elder sister in shock.

Clarisse looked up from her tea, appalled, "I beg your pardon, shut up?"

An attendant walked over to Clarisse, "Your Majesty, in America it doesn't always mean ''Be quiet.''..." he continued to try and explain what the fraise meant while the two girls continued to stare at one another in astonishment.

"Oh, I understand. Thank you." She interrupted politely and waived him off before turning back to the girls, "Nevertheless, you are princesses, and I am Queen Clarisse Renaldi."

"Why would you pick me to be your princess?" Mia asked incredulously, "Katya I understand, she's a natural born leader, always has been. She'll make a great queen."

Clarisse sighed sadly, "When your father died, your sister became the natural heir to the throne of Genovia, and you are its princess, that's our law. I'm a royal by marriage, but you two are a royal by blood." She then turned to look at Katya, "Katyana, you can rule."

Katya looked up at the woman in shock, "Rule!? A country!?" Clarisse nodded, "Look, I can handle a couple of high school debates, captain a sports team or two, I can even give a graduation speech, but..." she took a breath and frowned, "Grandma I don't know how to lead a country."

Mia nodded along with her sister, "Right, and my only expectation in life is for to me invisible, and I'm good at it. I can't be a princess."

Clarisse looked on in sympathy, "Girls, I had other expectations also. In my wildest dreams I never expected for this to happen." She frowned sadly at the thought of her lost son, "But you are the legal heirs, the only heirs actually, to the Genovian throne and we will accept the challenge of helping the two of you become the princesses that you are."

Clarisse began to smile, "Oh, I can give you books. You will study languages, history, art, political science. I can teach you both to walk, talk, sit, stand, eat, and dress like princesses." The queen was getting a bit excited now, "And, given time, I think you two will find the palace in Genovia a very pleasant place to live."

Katya looked up in shock, "Live... in Genovia?"

"It's a wonderful country, girls." Clarisse smiled enthusiastically.

Katya nodded distractedly, "I know, I did a book report on it my freshman year." Clarisse grinned happily at that bit of information.

"I'm no princess!" Mia exclaimed anxiously, "I'm still waiting for normal body parts to arrive. I refuse to move to a different country, and do you want another reason?" she asked sarcastically, "I don't want to be a princess!"

Mia then jumped out of her chair and ran out of the garden. Clarisse stood up and tried to yell after her but it was useless. When she turned back around, she saw Katya was still sitting there.

"You didn't run." Clarisse stated, confused.

Katya shook her head, "Not in my nature." She sighed and looked down at the table, "Dad used to call me his little princess. I always just thought it was a little pet name." she teared up a little at the thought of him.

Clarisse smiled sadly, "Your father loved you very much. Leaving you was the hardest thing he ever had to do."

Katya nodded and looked up, "I don't know how to be regal and elegant, I don't know anything about being a princess or a future queen, but if you're willing to teach me I'd be willing to learn."

Clarisse's face lit up with hope and happiness, "I'm happy to hear that, Katyana. There will be quite a lot of work involved in getting you ready, but I think we can handle it."

Katya smiled back at her and stood up, "I better go; Mia's probably waiting for me by the car."

Clarisse nodded in understanding and promised to see the girls tomorrow.

The drive home was uncomfortably quiet as the too girls were busy taking in what they had just been told. Katya pulled the car in front of their home and Mia immediately jumped out and ran inside.

As soon as she was in the house Katya took off again. She drove around for a while before pulling her phone out and calling her best friend.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hello? Michael are you there?" There was a lot of noise in the background and she could barely hear him.

"Hold on!" He said her before yelling, "Hey guys keep it down!" it got quieter in the background, "Hey Katya, what's up?"

"Are you still at Doc's?" she asked him, though from the sounds in the background she had already figured he was.

"Yeah, why?"

"Mind if I ride over?"

"Sure come on." He smiled into the phone.

She pulled into the parking lot, "Good, cause I'm already here. Come outside I need to talk to you." Then the line went dead.

Katya sat in her car waiting for a minute before Michael came outside and hopped in the passenger seat beside her, "What's up."

She turned to look at him and frowned nervously, "Remember how I was supposed to go visits my grandmother today?"

He nodded and have a half smile, "Yeah, how'd that go?"

Katya chuckled sarcastically, "Not well, I got some pretty big news while I was there."

"What happened?"

She shook her head, "You'll never believe me. I hardly believe it myself."

Michael reached over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I have no reason to doubt you; you've never lied to me before."

Katya took a deep breath, "She told us that Mia and I are the princesses of a small European country call Genovia, and I am the heir to the throne now that my father has passed away."

Michael sat there staring at her in shock for a moment, "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack." She nodded frowning.

"How do you know she wasn't lying?" he asked curiously.

She shook her head, "Michael, you should have seen the place we went too, it was like a palace. There was a butler and a cook, a security team and the way all these people reacted around our grandmother; you could just tell she held a lot of power."

"Wow." He sat there, shocked, "That's crazy."

"You're telling me." She joked.

"So you're a princess and future queen."

Katya nodded, "If I decide to accept the position, but I think I've already made my decision."

He looked over at her curiously, "And what have you decided to do?"

She took a breath, "I think I'm going to accept."

He nodded in agreement, "Why?"

"Well because it's my birthright," she stated, "and if I don't take it the next in line for the throne is Mia and I know she doesn't want it. After she denies it the throne would then be given to someone outside of the family and I can't let that happen." Katya let out a groan and laid her head against the steering wheel.

Michael reached over and grabbed her hand in comfort, "Well, whatever you decided I'll be here for you."

She looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you, Michael."

"No problem," He waved her off, "Say, since you're here, you wanna come in and hang out for a while?"

"I'd love to."