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Mia drew her breath and knocked on he door to Michael's suite. He opened the door and smiled "Couldn't wait to see me until dinner?" he asked as he stood aside to let her in. She stepped through the door and looked at him, the grin on her face spread into a beaming smile as she kissed his cheek. "I need to ask you something." She said as she walked over to a chair, "Michael sit down - please?" He followed her into the centre of the room and sat down on the arm of the couch. She drew a deep breath again. "I want to ask you something, " she blinked, he was smiling until he caught the look in her eyes. "What's wrong Mia?" he asked sounding a little panicked.
"Look Michael I want to ask you something. I don't want an answer right away unless you're sure about it." She was talking at super speed, Michael was having trouble caching up. "Whoa Mia! Slow down!" he whispered as he caught her hands in his and stood in front of her. She looked into his eyes and asked him quietly "will you marry me?" Michael was shocked. Mia was asking him - he'd wanted it to be the other way around - he had the ring - he was going to wait until midsummer's day. He looked at her, she always thought ahead expecting the worst still, he could see the glimmer of a tiny tear as she though he was going to reply with a straight forward "No." He hugged her and whispered in her ear "Of course I will!" The tear fell anyway - it coursed down her cheek, Michael wiped it away "Don't cry, I mean it" a giggle escaped her mouth - "I'm so happy - the only thing is I haven't a ring - for me or you!" Michael smiled -"Hang on." He said as he ran into his bedroom, he rifled through the bottom of the suitcase and found a small black velvet box. He walked back to her and opened its lid. Nestled on blue velvet were two rings, both were small ropes of gold and silver entwined. The ring that was intended for Mia had small diamonds set in between the silver and gold ropes. "It's beautiful." She whispered breathily as he slipped the diamond ring on her finger. They kissed Mia pulled away from him and checked the time they were late for dinner! She kissed him once more and ran towards her own room. Dinner was a joyous occasion; friends who knew how much Michael meant to her surrounded Mia and above all Michael was by her side. Later that night Mia was lay on her bed, Lily and Tina lounged in chairs opposite. "I hate to think what my dad's going to say about this." Said Mia looking at her friends. "You love Michael - he should accept that." Replied Tina emphatically. Lily looked at Mia; "Most of the songs on his past albums were about you did you know?" Mia looked shocked she had a few of Solo's albums but she'd never really thought about the titles. "I never knew." She whispered.
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Mia sat in the limo as the royal jet landed and her father descended the steps. She stepped out of the car and walked to meet him, her grandmere's strict teaching still held hr - even though she'd been dead for over five years Mia could still hear her clipped voice shouting, "Princesses don't run." He hugged her tightly, and waited for her to climb back into the limo.
She sat opposite him tensely as they drove towards the palace. Finally unable to bear the tension he was feeling her father spoke. "Is there something wrong? You seem tense." He looked at her; her expression was akin to that of a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He looked at her - something glinting on her left hand caught his eyes, he grasped her hand and examined the ring on her third finger.
"Is that what I think it is?" he asked she nodded. "Who is it? Please Mia, don't say you accepted Rene's constant begging!" he said anxiously. "It's Michael." Mia whispered quietly. Her father exploded "Michael Moscovitz?" He watched as Mia nodded. "Why Michael, you told me after you split up with him you didn't care if you never saw him again. What changed?" Mia looked at her father. "I don't think I meant that when I said it. I was angry; I didn't know what I was saying. I missed him so much Dad. Lilly's here too, she told me - most of the songs on his albums - he has a music career now, they're mostly about me. He missed me as much as I missed him."
Her father was speechless; he'd seen what Mia was like when she and Michael split up originally. His only daughter had been devastated, for weeks she wouldn't eat or talk, she wasn't sleeping well and she cried when she thought she was alone. He looked at her now. Before he'd had to leave on the tour, and before Mia had gone to Monaco to visit her cousins she'd been pale and although she had seemed happy there was something missing. That small sparkle of happiness had vanished, now looking at her she was happy. She looked ready to burst like a flower bud in spring. He smiled ruefully and sat back in silence.
Mia drew her breath and knocked on he door to Michael's suite. He opened the door and smiled "Couldn't wait to see me until dinner?" he asked as he stood aside to let her in. She stepped through the door and looked at him, the grin on her face spread into a beaming smile as she kissed his cheek. "I need to ask you something." She said as she walked over to a chair, "Michael sit down - please?" He followed her into the centre of the room and sat down on the arm of the couch. She drew a deep breath again. "I want to ask you something, " she blinked, he was smiling until he caught the look in her eyes. "What's wrong Mia?" he asked sounding a little panicked.
"Look Michael I want to ask you something. I don't want an answer right away unless you're sure about it." She was talking at super speed, Michael was having trouble caching up. "Whoa Mia! Slow down!" he whispered as he caught her hands in his and stood in front of her. She looked into his eyes and asked him quietly "will you marry me?" Michael was shocked. Mia was asking him - he'd wanted it to be the other way around - he had the ring - he was going to wait until midsummer's day. He looked at her, she always thought ahead expecting the worst still, he could see the glimmer of a tiny tear as she though he was going to reply with a straight forward "No." He hugged her and whispered in her ear "Of course I will!" The tear fell anyway - it coursed down her cheek, Michael wiped it away "Don't cry, I mean it" a giggle escaped her mouth - "I'm so happy - the only thing is I haven't a ring - for me or you!" Michael smiled -"Hang on." He said as he ran into his bedroom, he rifled through the bottom of the suitcase and found a small black velvet box. He walked back to her and opened its lid. Nestled on blue velvet were two rings, both were small ropes of gold and silver entwined. The ring that was intended for Mia had small diamonds set in between the silver and gold ropes. "It's beautiful." She whispered breathily as he slipped the diamond ring on her finger. They kissed Mia pulled away from him and checked the time they were late for dinner! She kissed him once more and ran towards her own room. Dinner was a joyous occasion; friends who knew how much Michael meant to her surrounded Mia and above all Michael was by her side. Later that night Mia was lay on her bed, Lily and Tina lounged in chairs opposite. "I hate to think what my dad's going to say about this." Said Mia looking at her friends. "You love Michael - he should accept that." Replied Tina emphatically. Lily looked at Mia; "Most of the songs on his past albums were about you did you know?" Mia looked shocked she had a few of Solo's albums but she'd never really thought about the titles. "I never knew." She whispered.
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Mia sat in the limo as the royal jet landed and her father descended the steps. She stepped out of the car and walked to meet him, her grandmere's strict teaching still held hr - even though she'd been dead for over five years Mia could still hear her clipped voice shouting, "Princesses don't run." He hugged her tightly, and waited for her to climb back into the limo.
She sat opposite him tensely as they drove towards the palace. Finally unable to bear the tension he was feeling her father spoke. "Is there something wrong? You seem tense." He looked at her; her expression was akin to that of a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He looked at her - something glinting on her left hand caught his eyes, he grasped her hand and examined the ring on her third finger.
"Is that what I think it is?" he asked she nodded. "Who is it? Please Mia, don't say you accepted Rene's constant begging!" he said anxiously. "It's Michael." Mia whispered quietly. Her father exploded "Michael Moscovitz?" He watched as Mia nodded. "Why Michael, you told me after you split up with him you didn't care if you never saw him again. What changed?" Mia looked at her father. "I don't think I meant that when I said it. I was angry; I didn't know what I was saying. I missed him so much Dad. Lilly's here too, she told me - most of the songs on his albums - he has a music career now, they're mostly about me. He missed me as much as I missed him."
Her father was speechless; he'd seen what Mia was like when she and Michael split up originally. His only daughter had been devastated, for weeks she wouldn't eat or talk, she wasn't sleeping well and she cried when she thought she was alone. He looked at her now. Before he'd had to leave on the tour, and before Mia had gone to Monaco to visit her cousins she'd been pale and although she had seemed happy there was something missing. That small sparkle of happiness had vanished, now looking at her she was happy. She looked ready to burst like a flower bud in spring. He smiled ruefully and sat back in silence.