Author's Note: Yes, I know, I'm a big fat liar. I promised to post Michael's POV but I never did. I'm so sorry!! But I just wasn't satisfied with it. I read it over and discovered that it was pure junk. Blah! So I'll try to re-write it and see where it'll go. I'm so sorry!!! Did I disappoint u guys?? I promise not to make empty promises in the future!!! To compensate, an extra long chapter today.
Friday, December 25th, XMAS TIME!!!
Someone fetch an ax and chop off my legs. I can't feel them anymore. There is only numbness from exhaustion. Today was THE day that Grand-Mere has been waiting for three months. The annual Genovian Winter ball of course. Why don't they just call it the annual Genovian Christmas ball since it's on Christmas day? They try so hard to be diplomatic but just end up failing miserably.
After 3 hours of plucking, tweezing and powdering, I was the statuesque beauty the media had dubbed me. Or, so I wish I was. My limbs were still gangly, my nose too sharp, my mouth too wide but at least I was the main attraction so that took some emphasis off my external side. When I was presentable enough for the public's eye, PRINCE William came to escort me to the ballroom and boy was he hot!!! His smooth blond hair was in place and he was wearing a black Armani tux, like every other member of the male gender at the ball. Despite his occasional irkiness, and ever-present annoyingness, he wasn't such a bad guy after all. I mean, I've seen way worst than him. Thank god I didn't trip or roll down the stairs which was a good sign that the evening will be okay. The emcee announced our entrance and I felt... like I was truly a princess, for the first time. All eyes were on us and it made me feel so special. Grand-Mere came over.
GM: Amelia! I am truly impressed. You look absolutely divine!
Ha. She's nice now but wait until were alone, she hasn't had the chance to yell at me for getting my belly button pierced yet. Then my dad came over.
Dad: Would you mind if I steal your partner from you for a dance William?
Will: No, of course not.
The orchestra struck up a familiar Bach piece and dad started twirling me across the room.
Dad: I predict that you will become a fine queen one day.
Me: I'm not so sure dad.
Dad: Why ever not? You must have confidence in yourself Mia! And look at everyone. They are already starting to acknowledge you as so.
Me: They are probably staring at me to see if there's snot hanging out of my nostril.
Dad: Ridiculous!
His pep talk totally wasn't pepping me up. The song ended and he went back to my darling future stepmother. Pardon me while I hurl. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw William and Ethan chatting near the buffet table. Since I didn't know anyone else here and William and me have started to establish a friendship of sorts, I went over. As to be expected, Ethan threw fire at me.
Will: Hey Mia, enjoying yourself?
Me: Ha! I wish. This is so incredibly boring!
ET: You can't say that now. After all, the ball is in YOUR honor.
Yeah, it was also my fault that the dinosaurs got extinct.
Will: Spare the girl a hard time Ethan! Would you like to dance?
ET: Sure!
Will: Uh... Mia I mean.
Ok, this SO isn't right! Ethan thought William asked him for a SLOW dance? What was he thinking? His dopey grin dropped and he looked at me with pure jealousy again.
Me: Um, yeah, why not.
He steered me away from Ethan and took hold of my waist. It was nice. He didn't step on my toes and we kept up with the tempo but something was missing. I just couldn't help but think back to when Michael held me like this during the cultural diversity dance. Only, his eyes were hazel, not blue and his shoulders were just a bit wider. It didn't feel right. I didn't have the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. It felt all wrong. I quickly turned away from him and ran to the bathroom, my usual hiding place whenever I got upset. I tried really hard to forget him this week but I couldn't help it anymore. All the emotions I kept buried deep inside spilled out all at once and I started crying. Complete with hiccups and breathing difficulty. It's not fair! I love Michael and he loves me! Why couldn't we be together? Grand-Mere must have noticed I ran out of the room as if wolves were hot on my trail and came to try to console me.
GM: Mia dear, what is wrong?
She gripped my shoulder and looked at me with kind, motherly eyes I never dreamt she could muster.
Me: How about, everything?
GM: Nonsense! Tell me sweetheart.
Me: I..., I don't even know what's wrong. I... I just want to have a normal life again. This is so hard!
GM: Mia, destiny may have been unkind to you by making you the crown princess of Genovia, but I do sincerely believe that you can do this. You were meant to. You were born to become queen.
Me: Fate sucks.
She let out a booming laugh.
GM: I agree. Does this have anything to do with William?
Me: You already know what I think and I haven't changed my opinion.
Gm: You are my granddaughter Mia. I want to see you happy above all else but please, can you trust me on this matter for now? I promise that everything will become clear one day.
Me: So I still have to marry him?
GM: We cannot force you but, just let it be for now. Were you thinking of Michael?
Me: How do you know about him?
GM: I have eyes. I can tell that you love him. Although I must say you've made a good choice. That young man is awfully charming.
Me: Yeah, but it's too bad I broke up for him huh?
GM: It is a shame. But I do have some good news that will cheer you up. I advanced our flight to New York for tonight.
Me: I though you wanted me to spend more time here to get to know all the... government people.
GM: Oh that's not important. I know you would much rather go home.
Me: Do you have any news on Mom?
GM: Last thing I heard was that they were staying at a beach front hotel in Costa Rica. But don't worry, I'm sure that they will come back soon.
ME: I hope.
I check my face one more time and headed out again.
Friday, December 25th, XMAS TIME!!!
Someone fetch an ax and chop off my legs. I can't feel them anymore. There is only numbness from exhaustion. Today was THE day that Grand-Mere has been waiting for three months. The annual Genovian Winter ball of course. Why don't they just call it the annual Genovian Christmas ball since it's on Christmas day? They try so hard to be diplomatic but just end up failing miserably.
After 3 hours of plucking, tweezing and powdering, I was the statuesque beauty the media had dubbed me. Or, so I wish I was. My limbs were still gangly, my nose too sharp, my mouth too wide but at least I was the main attraction so that took some emphasis off my external side. When I was presentable enough for the public's eye, PRINCE William came to escort me to the ballroom and boy was he hot!!! His smooth blond hair was in place and he was wearing a black Armani tux, like every other member of the male gender at the ball. Despite his occasional irkiness, and ever-present annoyingness, he wasn't such a bad guy after all. I mean, I've seen way worst than him. Thank god I didn't trip or roll down the stairs which was a good sign that the evening will be okay. The emcee announced our entrance and I felt... like I was truly a princess, for the first time. All eyes were on us and it made me feel so special. Grand-Mere came over.
GM: Amelia! I am truly impressed. You look absolutely divine!
Ha. She's nice now but wait until were alone, she hasn't had the chance to yell at me for getting my belly button pierced yet. Then my dad came over.
Dad: Would you mind if I steal your partner from you for a dance William?
Will: No, of course not.
The orchestra struck up a familiar Bach piece and dad started twirling me across the room.
Dad: I predict that you will become a fine queen one day.
Me: I'm not so sure dad.
Dad: Why ever not? You must have confidence in yourself Mia! And look at everyone. They are already starting to acknowledge you as so.
Me: They are probably staring at me to see if there's snot hanging out of my nostril.
Dad: Ridiculous!
His pep talk totally wasn't pepping me up. The song ended and he went back to my darling future stepmother. Pardon me while I hurl. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw William and Ethan chatting near the buffet table. Since I didn't know anyone else here and William and me have started to establish a friendship of sorts, I went over. As to be expected, Ethan threw fire at me.
Will: Hey Mia, enjoying yourself?
Me: Ha! I wish. This is so incredibly boring!
ET: You can't say that now. After all, the ball is in YOUR honor.
Yeah, it was also my fault that the dinosaurs got extinct.
Will: Spare the girl a hard time Ethan! Would you like to dance?
ET: Sure!
Will: Uh... Mia I mean.
Ok, this SO isn't right! Ethan thought William asked him for a SLOW dance? What was he thinking? His dopey grin dropped and he looked at me with pure jealousy again.
Me: Um, yeah, why not.
He steered me away from Ethan and took hold of my waist. It was nice. He didn't step on my toes and we kept up with the tempo but something was missing. I just couldn't help but think back to when Michael held me like this during the cultural diversity dance. Only, his eyes were hazel, not blue and his shoulders were just a bit wider. It didn't feel right. I didn't have the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. It felt all wrong. I quickly turned away from him and ran to the bathroom, my usual hiding place whenever I got upset. I tried really hard to forget him this week but I couldn't help it anymore. All the emotions I kept buried deep inside spilled out all at once and I started crying. Complete with hiccups and breathing difficulty. It's not fair! I love Michael and he loves me! Why couldn't we be together? Grand-Mere must have noticed I ran out of the room as if wolves were hot on my trail and came to try to console me.
GM: Mia dear, what is wrong?
She gripped my shoulder and looked at me with kind, motherly eyes I never dreamt she could muster.
Me: How about, everything?
GM: Nonsense! Tell me sweetheart.
Me: I..., I don't even know what's wrong. I... I just want to have a normal life again. This is so hard!
GM: Mia, destiny may have been unkind to you by making you the crown princess of Genovia, but I do sincerely believe that you can do this. You were meant to. You were born to become queen.
Me: Fate sucks.
She let out a booming laugh.
GM: I agree. Does this have anything to do with William?
Me: You already know what I think and I haven't changed my opinion.
Gm: You are my granddaughter Mia. I want to see you happy above all else but please, can you trust me on this matter for now? I promise that everything will become clear one day.
Me: So I still have to marry him?
GM: We cannot force you but, just let it be for now. Were you thinking of Michael?
Me: How do you know about him?
GM: I have eyes. I can tell that you love him. Although I must say you've made a good choice. That young man is awfully charming.
Me: Yeah, but it's too bad I broke up for him huh?
GM: It is a shame. But I do have some good news that will cheer you up. I advanced our flight to New York for tonight.
Me: I though you wanted me to spend more time here to get to know all the... government people.
GM: Oh that's not important. I know you would much rather go home.
Me: Do you have any news on Mom?
GM: Last thing I heard was that they were staying at a beach front hotel in Costa Rica. But don't worry, I'm sure that they will come back soon.
ME: I hope.
I check my face one more time and headed out again.