Mia stood inside of Lily's room changing into her outfit, today was the
day. The last day of the rest of her life. Mia wasn't able to sleep all
night, which caused her to come early and wake up the Drs. Moscovits. She
quickly went to Lily's room where she sat on the bed and listened to her
walkman. Mia hadn't come dressed because she did not want the awkward
glances that would come to a person walking through the streets of New York
on a Sunday morning in $600 Jimmy Choos and a dress that probably cost as
much as it would to feed a small village in Eritrea for a week. From the
door of Lily's room Mia heard Julie come in to say hi to Michael, ten
minutes later, Mia heard Julie say;
"Bye hun,"
"See you later." Michael replied.
It were times like these, and almost any time when Mia saw couples together that she wished she was back with Michael, back to a time when they would be able to just lay down, and do nothing, just listen to each other breathe. She was reminiscing now. It was time for Mia to take control over her obsession, after tomorrow she would be out of the city and back in her world. Back to school, where nobody cared anymore that she was a princess, where Michael wouldn't be. She would be out of danger then.
Julie left, and Mia went to the bathroom to make sure her make up wasn't messed up or anything. She may have thought she looked bad without makeup, but everyone looked bad with badly done makeup. It was a Sunday morning, yet Mia was attending a funeral, so she had to be careful about what she wore. It was a given that she had to wear black, but she couldn't go evening glam. Yet she would be in a room full of family and royals, politicians, and other famous people. So respectable, descent, yet some what glamorous, but churchy. Her cousin had sent her a black babydoll style dress that fell just above her knees with a white satin ribbon on the middle. Accenting what she had and hiding what Mia didn't like. In her words "the perfect dress."
But even "the perfect dress," could not make her feel any better about her situation. She felt so.set up. This was her ex-boyfriend, going out with her upon the suggestion of his current,- and obviously not clued in- girlfriend. He couldn't do anything about it, because then his girlfriend might find out that Mia and Michael were a serious couple. Life was way too complicated. So after a quick look over, Mia left the bathroom and went to the den to meet Michael. Who happened to be looking fantastic, in a black pinstriped suit, with a white shirt and a blue tie. It was the perfect outfit for him. Prince Philipe wouldn't have been able to pick anything better. The best thing of all he complimented Mia perfectly.
"I didn't know you were already here."
"Yea, you were in the shower, so I was getting dressed."
"Ready to go?"
"Uhh- yeah, there's a limo downstairs."
Mia didn't have to take a limo and a bodyguard everywhere anymore, but this was an important event, the press would be there, and Mia and Michael couldn't just go up in a taxi, so Mia had asked the embassy to charter a limo for the day. And they wouldn't say no to their princess.
The drive over was quiet and Mia and Michael didn't say very much. Once they came up to the cathedral, all hell broke loose. There was press everywhere and Mia hadn't been around this for a while. The driver opened the door and Michael came out first, he then hesitated and put his arm out for Mia to take. Mia was a bit surprised, but she didn't make the moment last any longer than it had to. They went up the steps covered with famous politicians and leaders -that did not go to the original funeral, in the president's hometown of Tuscany- and yet, everybody was focused on Michael and Mia. Who were easily the youngest and most beautiful couple there, therefore everybody's eyes fell towards them. In the background Mia could hear journalists talking into there recorders and to the cameras; something like "and here comes the Princess of Genovia, with her date," or " Princess Amelia of Genovia has just arrived with her longtime boyfriend, Michael Moscovitz." That reporter had one hell of a memory, lets hope nobody reads that particular paper.
Hmm.somehow this one turned out to be all Mia.I go where my muse takes me.
Umm thanks to like the three people that reviewed. At least I know someone is reading this.uhh happy new year I guess and all that other good stuff. Ok I'm out.
"Bye hun,"
"See you later." Michael replied.
It were times like these, and almost any time when Mia saw couples together that she wished she was back with Michael, back to a time when they would be able to just lay down, and do nothing, just listen to each other breathe. She was reminiscing now. It was time for Mia to take control over her obsession, after tomorrow she would be out of the city and back in her world. Back to school, where nobody cared anymore that she was a princess, where Michael wouldn't be. She would be out of danger then.
Julie left, and Mia went to the bathroom to make sure her make up wasn't messed up or anything. She may have thought she looked bad without makeup, but everyone looked bad with badly done makeup. It was a Sunday morning, yet Mia was attending a funeral, so she had to be careful about what she wore. It was a given that she had to wear black, but she couldn't go evening glam. Yet she would be in a room full of family and royals, politicians, and other famous people. So respectable, descent, yet some what glamorous, but churchy. Her cousin had sent her a black babydoll style dress that fell just above her knees with a white satin ribbon on the middle. Accenting what she had and hiding what Mia didn't like. In her words "the perfect dress."
But even "the perfect dress," could not make her feel any better about her situation. She felt so.set up. This was her ex-boyfriend, going out with her upon the suggestion of his current,- and obviously not clued in- girlfriend. He couldn't do anything about it, because then his girlfriend might find out that Mia and Michael were a serious couple. Life was way too complicated. So after a quick look over, Mia left the bathroom and went to the den to meet Michael. Who happened to be looking fantastic, in a black pinstriped suit, with a white shirt and a blue tie. It was the perfect outfit for him. Prince Philipe wouldn't have been able to pick anything better. The best thing of all he complimented Mia perfectly.
"I didn't know you were already here."
"Yea, you were in the shower, so I was getting dressed."
"Ready to go?"
"Uhh- yeah, there's a limo downstairs."
Mia didn't have to take a limo and a bodyguard everywhere anymore, but this was an important event, the press would be there, and Mia and Michael couldn't just go up in a taxi, so Mia had asked the embassy to charter a limo for the day. And they wouldn't say no to their princess.
The drive over was quiet and Mia and Michael didn't say very much. Once they came up to the cathedral, all hell broke loose. There was press everywhere and Mia hadn't been around this for a while. The driver opened the door and Michael came out first, he then hesitated and put his arm out for Mia to take. Mia was a bit surprised, but she didn't make the moment last any longer than it had to. They went up the steps covered with famous politicians and leaders -that did not go to the original funeral, in the president's hometown of Tuscany- and yet, everybody was focused on Michael and Mia. Who were easily the youngest and most beautiful couple there, therefore everybody's eyes fell towards them. In the background Mia could hear journalists talking into there recorders and to the cameras; something like "and here comes the Princess of Genovia, with her date," or " Princess Amelia of Genovia has just arrived with her longtime boyfriend, Michael Moscovitz." That reporter had one hell of a memory, lets hope nobody reads that particular paper.
Hmm.somehow this one turned out to be all Mia.I go where my muse takes me.
Umm thanks to like the three people that reviewed. At least I know someone is reading this.uhh happy new year I guess and all that other good stuff. Ok I'm out.