A/N:
Thanks to all the reviewers!
I think I might start to include entries from Michael's journal (or in his case, web blog, or whatever)
Sunday, July 1, 11:45 PM, Royal Stables
I'm here early. I wanted to check out the horses, the GORGEOUS horses. I have never seen horses like this. They are all absolutely perfect. Of course, I'm not much of an equestrian myself, but I know a good horse when I see one. My Dad told me the horses we could ride, there were a couple. But none could measure up to Jazz, who I am DEFINITELY riding. He is a big black horse (I think my Dad said he was a Friesian) with a long black mane and tail and feathers (I think that's what they're called) on his feet. He is really not that big but he looks huge. I tried to tack him up but the bridle was too complicated and I refused to put the bit in his mouth. What if he bit me?
So now I'm sitting here pampering him waiting for Michael. He seems very interested in my potato chips (Jazz not Michael). Do horses eat chips? I hope so because he just at one off the floor. I have to go, I hear someone.
Sunday, July 1, 1:30 PM, Royal Stables
Does this day have to be ruined? It started out so perfectly! Michael came and decided he would ride this big gray gelding named Avori. And the ride was great! Of course, he rode with a western saddle because, well, he's a guy and he has things that we girls don't have, if you catch my drift. And he DID look good on a horse! Lilly was wrong! And he was a good rider too! It was his first time but he still did really well. It felt nice to ride on the back of a galloping horse once again, and Jazz had amazing movement; he looked like he was dancing. So now here I am again. Michael had to go. I'm just avoiding anyone who might be looking for me. I really don't want to start getting ready for the ball yet, or at all.
Oh great, here we go. I hear someone.
Later, 8:00 PM, at the ball, in the bathroom, as usual
Why is it that at every one of these balls I end up in the bathroom? It's really quite pathetic if you ask me. But anyway, even if he doesn't like wearing them, Michael looks good in a tux. And he's a good dancer also, considering he didn't step on my foot at all. Of course, I stepped on his foot way too many times, but he just laughed. Not a mean laugh either, but a sweet laugh, a comforting laugh. As if to tell me, "its okay, I don't mind. I actually find it a little funny." Lilly sulked in the corner until some guy came up to her and asked her to dance, though I'm not sure who. I wonder what Boris would think?
But don't think just because I got to see my boyfriend in a tux and dance with him that means I am having a good time. Because, apparently, Grandmere has introduced me to another one of her "prince charmings".
This time, his name is Didier, unique, isn't it? Remind me to look it up. Not that that's physically possible because you ARE a book and all. You can't remind me about these things. Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyway, she made me dance with him! She still can't accept the fact that I am in love with Michael. So Michael just stood there perplexed at why the hell his girlfriend is dancing with some other guy, but when I explained he seemed to totally understand.
So this guy, Didier, is Rene's little brother, though he doesn't remind me of him at all. And this would all be perfectly fine if he wasn't following me everywhere! Why is he following me? HE NEEDS TO STOP FOLLOWING ME! IT'S SO DAMN ANNOYING!
Grandmere asked me what I thought of him. I told her he was okay. She scolded me for saying okay. So then I told her he was all right to correct my bad grammar, and then she scolded me for saying all right. Can't I ever get anything right? But anyway, she asked me if I thought he was handsome. I had to admit, he wasn't that bad looking. So I admitted it. But I think Michael is better looking. Didier is too pretty for me, like a girl.
[Michael's Journal]
Sunday, July 1, Midnight
My mother wants me to keep a journal of what goes on here. Why? I can remember hat happens just as well! And she probably wants to read this too. Well, she isn't.
I went to this ball today. I was Mia's escort. That was actually the first time I have been Mia's escort to a ball. Isn't that a bit odd, considering we've been together since December? There have been many, many balls, but I haven't gone to any until today. I have a hunch it was her Grandmere. I'm beginning to strongly dislike that woman. I don't think she likes me either. I don't really care either.
But anyway, Mia looked beautiful, as she always does, but the dress looked amazing on her. She looked absolutely radiant. But what else do you expect me to say about the girl that I am in love with? I could actually say much, much more, but then this entry would be far too long, and I'm trying to save up memory on this laptop.
I'm actually a bit angry right now. But to understand why, I have to explain to you. So I will...
I was getting some punch (or whatever the hell it was) for Mia and I saw her get pulled aside by her Grandmere. I started to get a bit worried; her Grandmere never has anything pleasant to say.
The next thing I knew, Mia was dancing with some pretty-boy from France. So I thought, 'Okay, she IS a princess. I can understand that.' But then all he did was following her all night, sucking up to her, right in front of my face. He was hanging all over her, waiting on her hand and foot. I mean, I know Mia has everything, but she's with me, just in case you haven't noticed.
I swear if he makes a move on her I'll—
(Mia' Diary)
Later, 2 AM Royal Genovian bedchamber
I'm starting to think Michael doesn't like this Didier guy. I think Didier likes me or something. His name means desire. How ironic. I don't desire him in any way. He seems to desire me though. What kind of guy in his right mind would desire me? Well, there was Michael...but he doesn't count. Don't ask why (not that you can), he just doesn't.
I saw Michael glaring at him all night. Especially when he came up to me and said, "Your Highness, may I get you something to drink?" and sort of bowed, which made me very uncomfortable. I said, "No thank you," as politely as I could and walked over towards Michael who was looking at Didier with a disgusted look on his face. I love it when he's all protective of me! It's so sweet!
We left around midnight, I said I was tired. I lied. I do that all too often. I wanted to get away from Grandmere and Didier. Apparently, Didier is staying at the palace all summer. This is going to be very, uh, interesting.
So when Michael said good night he asked, "So, about this Didier... how long is he staying?"
So I said, "All summer," and cringed. "He's very annoying, I wish he would leave me the hell alone."
Michael: All summer?!
Me: What's wrong?
Michael (sighing): Nothing, nothing. I'm fine.
Then he kissed me. He smiled and took my hand. "Good night, Mia. I love you," he said as he walked off toward his room. "I love you, too," I answered, smiling like a big idiot. He does that to me all the time...
