Tuesday, July 4, Princess Lessons

Lilly told me I should confront Grandmere about this whole betrothed thing. She said I need to be more assertive. I found out it's actually easy to be assertive when you're furious.

Me: Grandmere, why did you do this to me? You know I have a boyfriend who I am in love with-

Grandmere: That is exactly the point. I don't want you to fall in love with some irresponsible American!

Me: Michael isn't irresponsible, Grandmere! You don't even know him!

Grandmere: I know him well enough!

Me: Don't I even have a choice? What if I don't want to marry Didier?!

Grandmere: Then I advise that you find another possible husband who I will approve of!

Me: But not Michael right! Because Michael's not a prince! Well, I got news for you Grandmere, not every respectable guy is a prince!

Grandmere: For heaven's sake, Amelia, sit down and be quiet!

Me: Can you at least tell me when I have to marry this guy! And when were you planning on telling me?!

Grandmere: Well, when you're sixteen. And I was going to tell you three months before your sixteenth birthday.

My father came in and told her she had a phone call. She left.

Me (turning to Dad): Did you know about this?!

He shook his head sadly.

Dad: Not until recently...

Me: Well can't you do something about it?!

Dad: I already tried! You know your Grandmere! She's very stubborn!

Me: What so I have to marry this guy I don't even know?! You promised me nothing like this would happen!

Dad: I honestly didn't think it would, Amelia. I'm just as surprised as you are...

I shook my head in frustration and ran off, but I was caught by Grandmere, and dragged to princess lessons, where I am being lectured on my tone of voice and respect for my elders' decisions.

I haven't seen Michael all day. Where is he? It's obvious we need to talk.

You would think I'd be able to go home on the fourth of July, but no, of course not.

God, I miss the fireworks. One of my favorite holidays, an American holiday, and I'm stuck in Genovia, where they don't celebrate it.

Later, Royal Genovian bedchamber

I called Mom a few minutes ago...

Mom: Hello?

Me: Mom! How can they do this to me! This is so unfair!

Mom: Mia? Sweetie what's wrong?

That's when I realized: They hadn't told her yet. I'm betrothed to a prince and they don't even tell my own mother.

Me: I'm betrothed to a prince!

Mom: WHAT?!

Me: I'm betrothed to prince Didier, Mom! Can you believe this!

Mom: How did this happen without anyone telling me!

Me: I don't know.

Mom: Put your father on, Mia...

So I did. And much yelling followed, until the phone was handed back to me.

Mom: I'm sorry, honey.

Me: You mean I have to go through with this?!

Mom: For now at least. Apparently your Grandmere signed a contract. We have no choice, but we'll do the best we can.

I could hear her sniffing on the other end. She was crying. She was just as upset as I was.

Me: Alright, Mom. Thanks...

And I hung up. What more could I say? A 'good bye' would have been nice but I was too shocked to think of it.

 [Michael's blog]

Tuesday, July 4, my "room"

Dammit, I hate this. I hate not knowing what's going to happen. I need to talk to her; we need to figure this out. But I can't help but wonder, what is going to happen to us? Is she going to go through with this?

But what is there to wonder about? What is there to ponder? We're through. She's going to get married to some good-looking French pretty-boy and I'm going to be left in the dust.

[Mia's Diary]

Later, Royal Genovian bedchamber, Midnight

Remember how I said I wanted to talk to him? Well I shouldn't have been so eager. After dinner we went outside into the garden.

Michael: We need to talk...

I nodded. We obviously needed to talk. Then there was silence. I don't think either of us knew what to say. I looked up at him.

Me: This isn't going to work...

Michael: What do you mean?

Then I started to cry, but I kept on talking.

Me: Us! I have no choice, I have to marry him!

I started to cry uncontrollably.

Me: God Damn it! I hate this! I love you! I don't want to lose you just because my damn grandmother wants me to marry a prince! This sucks!

He was silent. It worried me.

Me: SAY SOMETHING!

Michael: I don't' know what to say...

There was no tone in his voice. He seemed to be taking it all in. He was stunned. Then he kissed me. Tears were still flowing down my face, but I didn't pull away.

I hate this.

[Michael's blog]

Later, back in my "room"

How could this happen? She was the one. There is no other possible "one" for me.

My mind tells me I'll get over it eventually, my heart says I won't.

I have a feeling I won't.

I need to get out of this place. I need to go home. I can't stand seeing her anymore.

I love her too much.

[Mia's Diary]

Later, 1 AM Royal Genovian bedchamber

He's leaving tomorrow morning. He says it's because he has things to do, but I know he just needs to get away.

I'm crying.

At least Lilly is staying. I need her right now.

[Michael's blog]

Wednesday, July 5, Plane back home

I'm on my way home. I miss her already. I need to stop thinking about her. God, it hurts to breathe. I can't think straight. I can't concentrate.

It's over.

It's really over.

She was my true love, my princess. And now she's gone.

[Mia's diary]

Wednesday, July 5, Royal Genovian bedchamber

He left. My heart is torn into pieces. The thing that kills me is that I will see him again, and be heartbroken every time I do.

He will go on dates, and not with me.

He will fall in love again.

And I will be stuck with an prince that I have no feelings for.

He's gone.

And when I think about it, I can't help but cry...

When he said good bye, I fell even more in love with him, just hanging by a moment...

A/N:

 --------THE END--------

Tell me what you think.

It's not really the end, there is still an epilogue, but it's the end of the story.

I might write a sequel.

Should I?

I know, I hate the ending too. It makes me depressed. But who knows what might happen in the sequel ;-)

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