A/N : Okay, let's start with the thankyous as usual. Thanx to sapofbks2002, swincc, ndblue123, CrazyNut2002, Sunkisses643, Meg*, little-princess, Ali Simmons, reyn, shammi, cassandra and FrannieGurl2006 for the reviews.

Now onto the final chapter and the epilogue of this fic.

Disclamier : I don't own any of these characters, Meg Cabot owns them all!

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and this congregation to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony..."

Mia glanced around the church, as the ceremony began. Everyone seemed to be smiling. Her mother, her father, her Grandmere, all the guests from Genovia and beyond. The biggest smile was on Kenny's face, she noticed. He couldn't have looked happier if he tried. He had loved Mia for so long, but had to give up on his dream of being with her when he realised she didn't feel the same. Now, against all odds, his dreams had come true and would be with Mia forever.

The princess realised she was probably the only person in the room who was not truly happy and smiling. Part of her was happy, the part that knew she was doing what was best for Genovia, her family and most importantly, her baby. But a large part of her was unhappy. She didn't love Kenny, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't. Whatever else happened, Mia's heart would always belong to Michael Moscovitz.

The press were everywhere. Photographers, TV reporters, journalists of every kind were outside the church, crammed together with their cameras, microphones and notepads. The royal wedding was the biggest event to happen in New York for a long time and everyone was excited. Behind the press, the public pushed and shoved for a better view of the church doors so that they would see the Princess and her new husband as soon as they emerged. Amongst this crowd, one young man was particularly desperate to push through the throng of people. Against all the odds, he made it to the front but it was no use. There was no way he was going to get to the church, through all the reporters - but Michael was going to try.

"Kenneth Daniel Showalter, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" [A/N : I made up his middle name]

"I do" Kenny answered, truthfully, smiling down at his bride. He had one worry though. For him it was easy to say he would marry Mia but it would be harder for her to say 'I do' to him. He knew that in her heart Amelia would always love Michael, but he had an eternally optimistic streak and hoped against hope that one day Mia would love him, Kenny, the way he loved her.

"Princess Amelia Mignotte Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Mia glanced around the church then back at Kenny, with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. She took a deep breath, before she answered.

"I......"

He'd made it. Right through the crowd, through the reporters and everyone. He'd even made it past security, since the head of it all was Lars. It had taken no explanation from Michael, Lars had let him straight through, knowing that the Princess would welcome an interruption to her wedding, if it came from the man she loved.

Michael was just inches from the church doors as they burst open, almost knocking him over.

The bride appeared, Princess Amelia in full wedding attire, arm in arm with her new husband, Kenny Showalter. The crowd cheered as the Genovian royals smiled and waved at the members of the public who had turned out for this spectacular royal occasion.

Mia swallowed hard, he eyes darting around the crowd, before settling on a familiar face. A broken-hearted Michael, stared back at her, tears visibly running down his face. He had been too late. The love of his life, the mother of his unborn child, his Mia, had married another man. Mia shed her own tears as she climbed into the limousine at the bottom of the church steps, but she did not take her eyes off of Michael, not until she was right inside the car.

"What's the matter?" Kenny dared to ask, when he noticed his bride's tears, inside the car.

"Nothing" she sobbed her lie, "I'm just happy" she managed to smile. She sniffed and swallowed hard and found she didn't need to cry anymore. She laid her hand on her stomach knowing that maybe she hadn't done what was best for her but it was best for her baby.

A/N : Okay, I know that's not how you wanted it to go, but please calm down and read the epilogue and then review and let me know if you'd like to see a sequel to this.