Dedicated to Fireblade. If Scheherezade is reading this, go and check out Fireblade's stories, cos you're her muse! I'd love it if my muse would read my fics, but it's probably never gonna happen! I did get a review from her once, and it made me so happy!

A lot of you have been requesting that Mia and Michael get married. I'm not gonna tell you what happens, but it is one of the possibilities! 

Chapter 6

Friday 10th April: The Plaza (Let's face it, I never leave this place!)

I just got back from the Press Conference. I really don't know if it went well or badly. Here's what happened.

(I enter and sit down.)

Me: I will now be taking any questions you may have.

Reporter#1: Your Majesty, the question everyone wants to know the answer to! Mr Moscovitz, or Prince Rene?

Me: I should point out now that Rene and I were never involved and never will be.

Rene: But-

Me: (Evil death glare.)

Reporter#2: Will you continue seeing Mr Moscovitz?

Me: I hope so. He, my friends, and family are returning to Genovia with me.

Reporter#3: Who will be attending the ball next week?

Vigo: (Starts to list loads of people off.)

At this point I was kind of bored, so I started seeing exactly who was in the room. It was pretty packed. My friends were all there, and my family. And then I saw Michael. He sort of waved at me, and I felt this huge grin spread over my face. Then Lars poked me in the back, because someone had asked me a question.

Reporter#4: Will you be having a press conference with Mr Moscovitz before you leave?

Me: Um…

Michael: Actually I'm already here. Sorry for being late.

And then he came onto the platform and Lars stood up so he could sit next to me. All the cameras were going off, but cheesy as it sounds, all I could see as Michael. He smiled at me and asked quietly, so no one else could hear,

"I couldn't wait until next Friday to see you again. Sorry."

"It's ok. I'm so glad you're here."

Reporter#5: Mr Moscovitz, how would you describe your relationship with Queen Amelia?

Michael: A fairytale come true.

All: Awwwwwww!

Michael: Sorry, that sounded really corny, but it's how I feel.

Reporter#5: What about the rumours?

Michael: If Mia says that nothing happened between Rene and her, I believe her.

Rene: Actually-

Michael: No matter what anyone else says.

Reporter#6: Your Majesty, do you think you will be returning the New York soon?

Me: I hope so, but I do have a lot of responsibility in Genovia. I can't just leave whenever I feel like it. But I do have a lot of reasons to come back to New York as often as I can.

It was about then that I started feeling sick. I think Lars realised because he said,

"The Press Conference has now drawn to a close. Thankyou for coming."

Then he helped me up to my room. The others all followed but when they arrived I was throwing up in the bathroom. Michael waited for me outside and he said,

"Mia, are you ok? You practically turned green!"

"Yeah… must have eaten something that didn't agree with me." I was feeling really headachy so everyone went to their own rooms. I'm in bed now and I'm gonna go to sleep.

Saturday 11th April: 6:15 pm – Plaza.

I'm still feeling really sick. I don't know what is wrong with me, but it's gross. Fortunately my friends and family were here to entertain me. They've gone down to dinner now. We spent all day talking about the ball. Sebastiano refuses to show me the dress he is making until the night.

"You will love it! It's amaze!" He keeps insisting. I tried to get Tina to get me a sneaky peek but she and Lily are too busy trying on their own dresses. They're acting like schoolgirls again. It's kinda cool. Boris and Michael are writing more songs for Skinner Box. Mom and Mr G are happy fussing over me, and Danae is joining in with the dress trying on. Vigo is sending out constant invitations, and getting replies sorted it.

"It will be the most wonderful ball you have ever seen!"

"I hope so. Unfortunately, if I'm still like this I'll end up in the bathroom anyway."

Uh-oh… gonna be sick.

Sunday 12th April: 3:42 pm – still in the Plaza.

Why is it that I can never have a single days peace? The Press Conference reports came out today. Lars brought me several different copies, and all of them are focusing on Michael and me. We're all pretty quiet at the moment. The others are going back to work tomorrow, now that this has been cleared up. So I'm gonna be pretty lonely. Mom's coming in tomorrow morning, but that's about it. Urgh, still feeling sick.

Monday 13th April: Plaza: 6:15 PM.

I can't believe this. I really can't. My life has just gone from bad to worse.

I was still feeling sick this morning, so Mom bought me some medicine to settle my stomach. Lars was pretty bored so let him wander off to play chess with a passing servant. Mom was talking to me, all happy when she suddenly asked,

"Mia, how long have you been feeling sick for?"

"Um, since Friday." I replied, kind of mystified. Mom was staring at me. She started to do some weird calculation or something, muttering to herself and counting on her fingers. And then she just ran out of the room. I love my mom and all, but she can be so weird.

But she did bring me Fat Louie! He's curled up on my bed right now. I swear he's lost some weight.

Michael sent me another bunch of flowers this morning. He's so sweet! I just love him!

Sebastiano and Vigo are going crazy about this ball. I've been helping pick out flowers and stuff like that. Easy stuff. Sebastiano STILL won't let me see my dress. Totally unfair!

Top 5 best and worst things about being Royal

Best:

1: Big Palace. That's pretty cool.

2: Getting free stuff all the time!

3: I can do stuff, like speak my opinions, without being prejudiced again.

4: Owning animal shelters!

5: Knowing that I have some meaning in life and am not just here through some freak accident.

Worst:

1: The Press following me everywhere.

2: Pressure on my family and friends.

3: Being constantly judged.

4: Too many dresses, crowns and affairs of state to handle.

5: Having to be a good example for people.

Well, I guess Lars won the chess game. He's just come back in, asking me to play. Someone people are just really weird.

Tuesday 14th April: 1:36 pm: Plaza

I can't believe it. I'm in a state of utter shock, I really am.

When Mom rushed out yesterday it was to go to a pharmacy. She came back and told me something I had never even considered.

"Mia, I need to ask you something." She said, sitting down on my bed. I smiled at her, feeling as if she needed some support or something but she looked at me really seriously and asked,

"Mia… have you considered the possibility that you're pregnant?"

I stared at her. My god! What was going on with her????

"Mom!"

"No, listen to me. You slept with Michael, and then you start throwing up all day. I just want to make sure you're ok."

"Mom, I…" But then I stopped. What if she was right? WHAT IF SHE WAS RIGHT???????

"I went and got a packet of tests yesterday. There are three in a packet. Go and try them." She shoved this packet at me, as I tried to untangle the bedcovers. Then I went into the bathroom and… ew. Just ew. There is nothing more gross then trying to go on a stick.

I'm just waiting with Mom for the results. Lars is playing chess in the corridor again.

1:45 pm: Plaza still

Positive.

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Lotsa luv 'n' huggles

Katie