A/N : Thanx for the reviews; ndblue123, CrazyNut2002, Crazy Canuck, sapofbks2002, Starbright, Cassandra Anthemyst (yeah, I know Diana doesn't seem like the kind of girl who'd appreciate the dresses but a lot of her behaviour is an act to hide how she really feels and yes, you'd still expect her to pretend to hate them, but I think she would trust Mia enough to me herself around her. She doesn't really have anything to hide as far as Mia is concerned, but she does have other feelings that she needs to hide from other people...if you can't figure out what I mean by that, you'll find out in later chapters)

Okay, on to the next chapter, hope you like it!

(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)

The dining room looked incredible to Diana. She had never seen such a beautifully decorated room or such a wonderfully set dinner table, all in white and gold. Her dress matched the rooms decoration, mostly white with gold edging and white silk shoes, all of which Mia had lent to her, telling her she had worn it only the once, years ago to a school dance where she had had her first kiss with her now husband, Michael. His reaction to Diana's appearance was one of surprise.

"I've seen that dress before" he smiled as Diana floated into the room. He turned his gaze to Mia who entered the room with the blonde girl, in her own peach dress with a small crown on her head.

"Yes you have" she grinned, "I hope you remember the night you first saw it"

"As if I would ever forget" he said, kissing his wife gently.

Diana looked uncomfortable, so Mia pulled back from her husband and whispered, "Later, darling, not in front of the guests" she giggled.

Lars told his daughter she looked beautiful and she was happy that her father approved of her outfit. She had chosen it herself from a collection of several dozen that Mia had offered her.

"Where is Phillippe?" Mia spoke quietly to her husband as Lars and Diana continued to chat between themselves.

"Still getting ready" he told her with a smile, "I think he might be trying to impress someone"

"Oh, I did wonder if I'd spotted something there" Mia admitted, "now that would be an interesting alliance"

"Mia, please don't tell me you're going to start matchmaking our son with our bodyguards daughter" Michael rolled his eyes.

"Of course not" Mia said indignantly, "If it's going to happen it will, just like it did with us"

"Let's just hope that if it's going to happen, that it doesn't take quite as long for them as it did for us to find a happy ending" Michael smiled, and right on queue, the young prince appeared in the doorway.

"Finally," Mia sighed, "we were beginning to wonder if you were going to join us"

Diana giggled at the Queen's comment to her son, but as she turned around her expression changed. Dressed up in his suit, with his hair combed and everything, Diana had to admit that Prince Phillippe was definitely something to see. When she had first met him, she had not taken a huge amount of notice at what he looked like and besides, he had not exactly been smartly dressed or anything, although in fairness, neither had she.

Phillippe turned his attention to Diana when he heard her laugh and for a moment they stood, facing each other, in silence. From the first moment he had seen her, he knew he liked her a lot, and he knew she was beautiful, but now, in this dress, with her hair styled and her make-up done, she was breath-taking.

The moment was broken by a butler announcing that the dinner was ready and that perhaps the royals and their friends would like to take their seats. Naturally Mia sat at the head of the table with Michael to her right and Lars to her left. Phillippe sat next to his father, and Diana sat next to her's, placing the two young people opposite each other once more.

Diana spent the entire meal trying to avoid the young man's gaze, although she knew it was upon her most of the time. The conversation at the table was varied and included the topics of Diana's mother and her life in New York as well as stories about Mia and Michael, and also about Lars. Phillippe was fairly quiet and normally at least one of his parents would have commented on this fact, as their son was usually very talkative, but today they knew why he was silent. They suspected that their only son, the Crown Prince of Genovia, Phillippe Renaldo, was in love, with Diana.

Love perhaps, was too strong a word for it. The prince was merely eighteen and the girl not quite sixteen, but there was a least an attraction, Mia thought as she watched the odd glances and looks between the two young people. It was definite that Phillippe liked Diana, and although she hid it well, Mia was almost certain that Diana felt the same about the prince and she told Michael what she suspected after the meal was over.

Lars sat with his daughter on a sofa in one of the many sitting rooms in the palace with Phillippe on a chair, nearby, and the Queen and her husband shared a second sofa a few feet away.

"Are you sure she likes him?" Michael whispered to his wife, "she's barely looked at him all night"

"Trust me" Mia smiled, "It's a girl thing. I see it because I'm female and you're oblivious to it because your male. It's the way these things work"

"Then how come we both know that Phillippe likes her" Michael thought he'd found a flaw in her logic, but he was wrong.

"Because he is a man, and men are obvious in everything, including their feelings" she told him.

"You didn't know that I had feelings for you, when we were younger" Michael reminded her.

"I did" Mia smiled and Michael looked at her curiously, "In my heart, Michael. In my heart, I always knew"

A/N : As usual, please review and I'll post again as soon as I can.