"So this is it," Alex said as he dropped me at the international terminal.
I stared up at the sign directing me where to go. "Yup. Here we are." I was wiggling in my pants. I was totally spazzing out now. I must have changed my clothes a thousand times, causing Alex to remind me that I was not in fact seeing Mia upon my arrival.
But I had to look unnoticeable. Tabloids had been running through Mia's past love life like crazy. Researchers had been looking for me for reporter's deadlines for the past few months. I luckily dodged the reporters.
"Are we going to just stand here, or are you going to leave so I can go catch my flight?" he asked. He was going to meet Evan in Miami.
I nodded. Right. I had to put one foot in front of the other here. I patted him on the back, "I'll see you in a few weeks, right?"
"Totally man. Good luck, have a good flight. And good luck with that other stuff."
"You too."
With that he was gone. I checked my bags and went through security. I was there extra early, so I sat in the waiting area and read the tabloids that were speculating about Mia's big day. I never thought it'd be this big of a deal. I mean, it's not like she's Princess Diana or anything. She wasn't having a huge wedding like everyone thought she was.
Guest List: Princes William and Harry Queen Elizabeth, Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles,, Princess Penolope of Ptetchborg, Queen Yasmine of Lusitopia, actor Elias Downey, Meg Chatrusse, the Hilton sisters, hotel heir Langdon Hyatt, BillionaireDonald Trump and many, many more.
Wow. This is going to be interesting. Her grandmother is going to be royally pissed off (heh, at least I still have my sense of humor!).
Princess finds her Prince Charming!
Story by Eye Spye
With her twenty first birthday behind her Genovia's own Princess Amelia is settling down with her longtime love, Evan Randall Chambers. Their wedding comes almost a year after he proposed, which is rather odd considering they could have very well been married within months. They claim that they wanted her to finish off her junior year in college before they married.
What this reporter finds odd is that they waited until after the princesses twenty first birthday. It is a very little known fact that only after the twenty first birthday may the princess choose her own mate. Anytime before this requires both the Parliament and the royal family to accept the mate. This reporter speculates that Master Chambers is not the choice that the family, nor Parliament has had in mind for the Princess. But if not Chambers, then who?
The Princess has not been linked to anyone other than Chambers since she broke it off with her high school sweetheart almost four years ago. Before him there was a brief romance with a young man named Kenneth Showalter, but the princess has been quoted as saying, "That was a really was kind of a junior high relationship. He was my first boyfriend…I actually kind of had a crush on my next boyfriend Michael Moscovitz>, but I was going through a really awkward phase and I felt bad for Kenny. I liked him as a friend, but nothing more. We ended up becoming pretty good friends."
When she and Moscovitz broke up during her junior year of high school she was very briefly linked to Elias Downey, a big Hollywood heavyweight. "My time with the princess was brief, but wonderful. She deserves every happiness in the world in my opinion. I won't say that I was the greatest of boyfriends to her, but I think we turned to be great friends. I don't think she can actually end a relationship with a person and not be good friends with them afterwards. She has had the same solid group of friends her entire life. And they're all really loyal to her…one of them punched me in the nose when I was being kind of sucky to her so…I dunno, go figure I guess. I can't wait to see her in her wedding gown though, it's supposed to be gorgeous."
Which brings up another great question. Michael Moscovitz. He was her first great love, but where is he now? Downey says that Mia always stays friends with old flames, but what about her greatest? Some insiders say that she has tried to contact the young man, but she broke his heart too hard when she went to Genovia.
When I tried to reach him at his New York flat he was no where to be found. He had moved out and never left a forwarding address. This publication will find out for the public where he has gone exactly. When she is asked about him she gets rather secretive and asks for some sense of privacy for the both of them. "He was an old boyfriend. The end. No more story. I don't go seeking him out so I don't see why you feel the need to. The only people who need to know where he is know where he is. The end."
She's rather protective of him, don't you think?
In other wedding news, the designs for the floral arrangements have been leaked to the press. The princess's bridesmaids will be carrying an arrangement that is solely filled with a rare breed of flowers that were bred and named after the dowager princess Clarisse Renaldo. We have been unable to uncover the flowers that the princess herself will be carrying. Other flowers that will decorate the cathedral include white lilacs, marigolds, yellow roses and jonquils.
We discussed these choices with florist to the stars Emile DuPree who told us the secret meaning behind these flowers. "She chose the Clarisse for her bridesmaids because she clearly wanted to honour her grandmother in a very discreet way. But she is not carrying them herself because she most likely wants to be her own person. The lilacs represent the first emotions of love. This is because Evan is undoubtedly her first love. Marigolds represent a sacred affection. Yellow roses mean love everlasting, and the jonquils represent affection returned. You often heard her complain about a particular former flame that did not act as affectionate with her as she would have liked, so this is kind of thumbing her nose at him."
Perhaps we should have explained to Monsieur DuPree that Evan is not her first love, but we'll let it slide.
Bridesmaids began arriving at the Genovian international airport (the countries only airport in fact), early in the week before the wedding. We stopped one who is rather unrecognizable. Sources tell us that this woman is the princesses' oldest and dearest friend. "What do you want? I'm just a bridesmaid in my friends wedding. No story here," she said, rather rudely as she carried a young baby through the airport and into a limo that was waiting for them and another young bridesmaid.
Our next edition will have complete coverage from the biggest wedding in one of the oldest standing royal families in the world.
I had to laugh a little bit. Lilly was totally rude to the reporter, GO LILLY!
"Flight 22 to Genovia, now boarding rows twenty six to thirty five," the clerk called out.
I grabbed my carry on and walked toward the desk. I'd been waiting three years for this flight. Three long years to see the woman I loved more than life. And yes, I know it's love because no one goes through what we have unless they truly love one another.
I had flown to Genovia plenty of times from New York, but this time was from LA. I had to pay extra in order to have a direct flight, but that was a small price to pay to see my favorite women in the world.
I saw business men reading the Genovian National Paper. It was kind of like USA Today. Over there they only have national papers. In the U.S. there are like, at least three major papers in every state. This is only to show you how incredibly small this country really is.
"We are flying here at the worst time," the man sitting next to me commented.
"Excuse me?" I asked, half asleep.
"The airport is going to be crazy with reporters. Looking for the famous people coming to the wedding."
"Wedding?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Of Princess Amelia. It's a media circus."
"Oh, is it really a big deal over there?"
"I work in France, but I normally fly into Genovia and take a cab because it's usually so much easier. But it is pretty nuts there now. They are comparing it to Princess Diana and Prince Charles's wedding. Only, hopefully with a happier conclusion."
"Does everyone really like the guy?" I asked nervously.
He shrugged. "He's very charismatic…but I don't know. There's something wrong there. See, I am a body language expert. I analyze for the FBI. I look at suspects and that type of business. Look at this picture, for example. He isn't touching her like a man in love would. He is touching her like a brother would. And here, see this picture of her from when she was younger? With her old boyfriend from high school. See how he's touching her? He was in love with her-" he said, looking up at me in surprise. "You look like him. You aren't-"
"Huh?" I asked, lowering my hat. I'm a dumbass. This guy is an expert in body language. He can tell that I am lying.
"Are you Michael Moscovitz?" he asked, reading the caption below the picture from her senior prom.
I shrugged. "Yeah."
"And you are going to Genovia on the eve of your ex girlfriend's wedding?"
"No, I'm actually going to Spain. I spent a semester there during college and I always wanted to go back. I just didn't realize that that it was her wedding this week."
He dropped it there.
I thought about that picture we had taken the night of her prom...the one he'd shown me before. It was only about an hour later that she told me that she was being forced to move to Genovia. "What else can you see from that picture?" I asked hours later.
"Beg your pardon?" he asked, startled that I was finally speaking again.
"The senior picture…"
"Oh, that. Well, she seems more comfortable with that man." He pulled it out again. He continued to pretend he didn't know who I was. Even if we had discussed my idenity. "See how his hand is on her hip? And how she almost is completely surrounded by him? They rely on one another for support…what they have- had, was real. Her smile, see here, isn't forced. And I've looked into her before for work purposes before…the past few years she hasn't looked the same as she did when she was in the States. She is very uncomfortable in Genovia. And even more recently," he said, taking some more pictures out of his briefcase, "I never showed you this, got it?"
I nodded.
"This was taken in late August the year she arrived in Genovia. Compare it to this," he said handing me another picture. This second picture was taken, according to him, in mid July of that same summer. It was of her and Evan on a date. "When she is with him she looks terribly uncomfortable. It's been driving me crazy, this girl. There is something going on that we haven't figured out yet."
I forced myself to hide my smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."
He stared at me hard. "I have a sinking suspicion we'll figure it out fairly soon."
I shrugged. "Who knows." He knew. He was in the FBI and he happened to be seated next to me? "But good luck with that."
"You still love her," he said, sliding the pictures back into the envelope they came from.
"Puppy love," I lied, staring out the window stoically.
"I doubt that. This doesn't look like it to me. I'm sorry it didn't work out," he said. "But I'll leave you alone now."