Disclaimer: I don't own the storyline for Nicola and the Viscount, I don't own The Princess Diaries, and I am by no means Meg Cabot, who does own all the above stated.

A/N I got a little bored by the other fic, and it seems like not very many people enjoyed it anyways. Yes, yes. I do have an essay soon, but stuff it.

Oh, Lilly! He's arrived, as you said! Oh, he'd really shame all them male models! Princess Mia, heir to the crown of Genovia, was practically squealing in her excitement. Her best friend, Princess Lilly, was squealing too. Oh, Mia! You're so lucky you get to stay with the Richters for the holidays! Mia thought of the hottest man she'd ever seen, and agreed. I am, aren't I she said, while attending to her blonde hair. Mia was perhaps the loveliest student at King Albert's institution for fine young women, and most definitely the smartest. Lilly's mother was offended. Who do these Richters think they are, inviting a girl like Mia over? Their own Jarre is nothing in comparison!

Mia blushed. Oh, Lady Moscovitz, I love you dearly. In fact, I almost wish it was at this house that I am to spend the summer while my parents attend that conference. Lady Moscovitz smiled at her daughter's closest friend. You are such a lovely child. If it weren't for you, Lilly would be consumed by her silliness. Lilly cried. I am hardly silly, ever since Mia came to help tutor me. In fact, I am scoring the best grades in school, second only to Mia, of course. You just have natural intelligence Mia murmured, embarrassed. Not hearing her best friend, Lilly continued Oh, he must've begged his family to invite you! He saw you at that poetry recital! He must surely love you, as anyone else who's heard you recite!

At this point, the Michael, Prince of Yhuria, (A/N I made that up... does it sound okay?) and Princess Lilly's older brother, came into his sister's bedroom without even so much as knocking, as was polite. Who loves Mia? he asked, grinning. Both princesses immediately moved to cover up the sight from the window, which so happened to be the most perfect man to have graced the earth. Mia was annoyed at her best friend's older brother. Who was he to interrupt? And his dislike towards poetry could not go unforgiven. Yet, he was frustratingly handsome, with broad shoulders, mischievous eyes (which were twinkling at present), and perfect manners, should he wish to exercise them.

Who's Mia in love with? He repeated. When he got no answer, he looked past feeble attempts to cover the scene, and his eyes narrowed as he spat out the name. Josh Richter. If you must know, the only thing he's got is money. Lilly could not stand the indignity her friend must be feeling. For your information, she spat, Miss Mia is not going to live with the Richters because they're wealthy, but because she's in love. Lilly gasped, as she realised that she'd just confirmed Michael's suspicions about Mia's infatuation. Michael was about to pass some nasty remark about Josh, when the object of their discussion came into view.

The Moscovitzes (who had looked after Mia for a week because the Richters could not make it,) handed Mia over to Josh, who took a glowing Mia down to the carriage waiting below. Behind her, Lady Moscovitz could not help thinking that she'd done a bad thing in letting Mia go stay with the Richters.