A/N Hi everyone! That means you three people, the only ones bored enough to read this weird concoction of ideas. Sorry bout the short chapter, but I'm too tired to make it longer.

Disclaimer: How many times do I say this? If you don't get it now, you'll probably never get it. But because I don't intend to be sued by any lawyer, I'll say it once, I'll say it again. I am NOT Meg Cabot. She owns the Princess DIaries, and Nicola and the Viscount. Not me.

Mia needn't have worried. Her body moved on its own -her mouth would have known what to do, but her body seemed to do something rather strange. As Josh's beautiful, tempting lips came closer, -about a half inch from her own- Mia turned her cheek away, breaking the spell he seemed to weave upon her, leaving her almost mesmerised... yet Mia was angry with herself. How could she have ruined her chance with Josh? She fumed inwardly. She was so angry that she'd wanted offer her lips again, -and would have done so- had it not been considered wanton behaviour.

She dared a glance at Josh, who seemed completely surprised that he should be so outrageously insulted. She'd turned her face from him, when so many other Princesses would've died at a chance to dance with him! Yet, she alone shone (A/N rhyme unintended) with such beauty, -and she'd seemed truly sorry for what she'd just done- that he decided he'd forgive her. Besides, he could not so freely dispose of her... she was still needed, and as an essential character in the game his family was playing.