Chapter 15 - (To any readers, don't worry. I'll definitely finish this story)

Disclaimer: I don't own TPD or N&TV. Nor do I wish to own them. I only write fanfic because I am bored, and have nothing else to do. And because some nice people do review :O)

A/N Just before I start writing, I'd like you all to know that I hadn't the slightest intention to write another chapter so soon. In fact, I'd already promised myself the entire day to read Anthony Horowtz's Point Blanc. This chapter is because of your wonderful reviews!! (Almack's is where the dance is held)

As Mia decended the flight of stairs that separated her from Josh, she felt his eyes tailing her and her natural reaction- a faint heat that brushed her cheeks. As she reached him, she took his hand, and they were off to Almack's with a rather jealous Jarre. As to why Jarre might be jealous, perhaps Mia's beautiful (A/N Oh, man! WHY can't I remember the colour?!?!) green eyes and complementary dark green velvet dress might play a role. Whatever the cause, they reached their destination within the half-hour, and were there politely early.

As was required, the other guests were already there, milling around and making small talk. Mia had spotted Lilly, the gentleman, and Michael, and was about to make her way over to greet them, when Josh cleared his throat loudly. Louder than necessary, it could be said.

As the crowd quietened and stared at Josh, (gazed longingly at him, for all young females present) he spoke clearly, with a rather put on accent, to Mia's mind. But in a nice way, of course. Ladies and Gentlemen. For those who do not know me, I am Princess Josh Richter, and I have an announcement to make. This very minute I shall to propose to the fair Princess Amelia by my side. Saying this, he got down on one knee, and faced Mia. Princess Amelia, will you marry me? Waiting for the crowd's astonished gasp to die down, Mia thought of how she should respond.

(A/N This is supposed to be where the chapter ends, as a cliff-hanger thingy, but I couldn't bear to post such a short chapter, so here's the next bit.)

A silly question, in Mia's opinon, and she did not hesitate to answer. Why, of course I'll marry you, Josh! Yes....YES! I accept your proposal. Josh stepped in and quickly kissed Mia, nearly biting her lip off in the process. Clapping, the crowd burst into loud murmurs as they discussed the scene which they had just witnessed. Smiling, Mia and her new fiance made their way to the dance floor.

Her first dance had been promised to Josh, and as she danced close to him, she spotted Jarre and Michael dancing just as close. Horrified, Mia unexpectedly pushed herself away from Josh, then resumed dancing with him, as she realised that his feelings might have been wounded. Faintly recalling Jarre's squeal of excitement upon spotting Michael, Mia contented herself in the knowledge that all three of them -Mia, Lilly, and Jarre- now had the perfect men in their lives. Everything was perfect...
...other than the fact that Mia had enjoyed dancing with Michael. Enjoyed it as much as dancing with Josh, if not more.

Unable to relax her body, Mia was only too glad when that uncomfortable dance was over. She had been unable to keep her eyes off Michael and Jarre- who were dancing only too close. Now she stood forlornly near the drinks table, trying to clear her head of the uncomfortable thoughts that plagued it.

Raising her eyes to glance about her surroundings, Mia looked straight into Michael's eyes, where the punch table separated them. A few seconds passed, with the two locked into each other's incomprehensible eyes, unsaid expressions that the other was unable to define. What did Michael think of her acceptance of Josh? Mia could not help wondering. Then, turning on his heel, Michael broke the contact and walked off.

Mia could only stare after him.

A/N So that's it for now. I'm about the most unromantic person around here, probably, so this fic is easier for me, because I don't have to make up all sorts of mush to keep everyone quiet. I'm trying not to totally copy Nicola and the Viscount, and so I only read it once. I didn't read it again after that, because otherwise I'd be trying to reproduce Meg's masterpiece. I might have gone too far with the personal touch' thing, because I just realised that I've totally mutilated the plot, and thus had to rewrite this chapter. K, now be nice and review.