But it wouldn't, we found out a little later. All of the stupid dignitaries declined to come to our wedding, which was fine by us. We didn't know them nor did we care about them. Both of our immediate families would be at the wedding. Joshua's sister Joycelyn agreed to come (that won't be too weird huh?). Her friends Brock, Tawny, Sophie and Ali agreed to come as well. Some of her college friends wrote notes apologizing that they couldn't make it because of their jobs and what not. Oh well. She didn't seem to fazed by it.

My entire band agreed to come. My old bands including all of Skinner Box were coming to the city to see us get married. Hmm, should be interesting to see Boris and Lilly again. Then my old friends from college said they'd be there.

So here is our guest list:

Me and Mia (duh)

Sheldon and Amie Moscovitz (AKA Dad and Mom)

Lilly and Tony Keys

Shelby and Horace Moscovitz

Robert and Caroline Moscovitz

Michael and Rachel Moscovitz

Lillian and Calvin Sheinweld

Abigail and Shawn Fitzpatrick

Charles and Kerry Sheinweld

Helen Thermopolis and Frank Gianni

Rocky and Cassy Thermopolis-Gianni

Brock Livingston

Ali Schwin

Sophie and Kip Brooks

Tawny Holden and Guest

Boris Pelkowski

Felix Thornton and Guest

Kevin Gordeeva and Guest

Amie and Preston Driven

Sebastano Renaldo

HRH Rene and Stephanie Renaldo

Nolan Tower and Guest

Reggie Caulfield and Guest

Larry Teff and Guest

Sarah and Peter Thermopolis (Maw Maw and Paw Paw)

Hank Thermopolis

Shameeka Taylor

Tina Hakim Baba and guest

Lars and Sasha Von Champ

Isabella and Franklin Gianni

So our list is rather small, which is a good thing. Why is that good? Because we are now getting married at St. Patrick's, and having our reception at her mother's loft. My parents called told us they would call my relatives to let them know. Mia's mother was going to call her parents. We called our respective friends to let them know.

Everyone kind of laughed at how we were cutting down on the wedding but I explained that it was what we had wanted originally but that we had the Plaza booked because we wanted to placate her father

She looked exhausted when we were done. I don't really blame her to be honest. I mean, she just flew six and a half hours here only to have her wedding plans dashed by her father. Then she had to quickly figure out how to keep the wedding as it was. Plus, tomorrow night was her big Cosmo. Night.

I had gotten an advanced copy of the magazine the day before in a package from UPS, but hadn't opened it yet. "Mia," I said as she let her head sink into my chest on our bed.

"What?" she said with a yawn.

"I just wanted you to know that it's all worth it," I whispered. "Every last bit of it."
She smiled and closed her eyes. "I know."

"And I have a copy of your magazine."

Her eyes widened. "Really? What pictures did they choose for the cover?"

I laughed, "How am I supposed to know? I left if in the box in the front closet. I was waiting for-"

But she had already bolted out of the room to get the box.

She came and jumped onto the bed. "Open," she commanded.

I grabbed my keys and cut the tape.

She didn't make any expression as she stared at the magazine.

"What? How's it look?" I asked

"This is the coolest Cosmo cover ever!" she exclaimed.

"What are you talking about ?" I asked trying to peek over.

"There's no cleavage or anything. They have me dressed like I am always dressed…I'm wearing my Bueller T and my ripped jeans. And look, they even got my engagement ring in there…"

She smiled as she stared at the magazine. "Michael, I look like a real woman. Like a woman who actually goes out to the supermarket to buy this magazine every month."

I kissed the tip of her nose. "But you aren't like every other woman. Your mine."

She smiled and opened the magazine to read her article.

It's a cool late summer morning. I'm told that I am meeting the Princess of Genovia at New York's Plaza Hotel. But after waiting for fifteen minutes I receive a phone call from none other than the princess herself. She was waiting outside of her apartment for me. Total miscommunication.

I expect her to act like a diva but she laughs and asks if we can meet at a pancake house, Round the Clock. This did not seem princessy, but as I would learn, Mia, as she prefers to be called, is no typical princess.

I looked around for a girl with blonde hair and a tiara but instead found a girl wearing a Red Sox cap and a very old corduroy jacket. She apologized for starting her stack of pancakes before I arrived. I explain that I'm on a diet and would only be drinking my coffee. I also try my best to figure out how one interviews royalty.

But she made it quite easy. She let me know that her life is an open book…and that she's tired of all her secrets.

Kiki Roberts: I was hoping I would get to fly out to Genovia to interview you. I hear it's beautiful this time of year.

Mia Thermopolis (she says that she would rather be called by her original name): It is beautiful all year round to be truthful. But I love being in the city. All the important people in my life live here, other than my father and step-mother.

KR: How did you feel being the next Fun, Fearless Female?

MT: To be honest I'm kind of shocked. The past year has kind of been a big whirlwind…everything has been changing and I haven't even really sat down to think about it. But it is really an honor to be given this um…award? Geez, I don't want to pull a Michael Jackson and think this is an award when it isn't…

KR: It is

MT: Good, so no embarrassment here then! laughs>

KR: So what do princesses do for fun?

MT: rolls eyes> Well at the last Princess Summit we agreed not to let anyone outside of our club know! laughs> No, I don't know about the other princesses in the world, which there aren't actually all that many, but I like to listen to my boyfriend's band…travel…write…watch Buffy re-runs…I'm addicted to Lifetime Movie Network…Um…I've been trying to cook lately. And I've been trying to find some time to do some more humanitarian work.

KR: Sounds like any typical young woman…except not many young woman have a gorgeous rock star as a boyfriend.

MT: Actually, he's my fiancé. And he hates calling himself a rock star. He prefers emerging rock musician laughs>

KR: You met your former fiancé on your last humanitarian effort in Guyana I understand?

MT: quiet for a minute and stares out the window at a cross dresser dancing in front of our window> Yeah. I've always wanted to go back and see some of those people. I wonder if they remember me at all. There was this one little girl, Rachel, that I really bonded with. I keep in touch with all the people I worked with.

KR: Mind if I ask about Joshua Bloom?
MT: slight sigh> You can ask all you want.

KR: I'll keep it short. You two were supposed to be married now. Where do you think you would be if you were married?

MT: again is quiet for a few minutes> You can live your entire life saying 'what if', or you can live in the now. That is one thing I have learned in the past year. I love Joshua to this day, but thinking about what could have been will not change what already is. It could only bring pain to me and to the people who love me. I have spent time wondering what could have been but that amounted to me cutting myself off from a lot of people who care about me. All I can say about Joshua is that I love him and cherish every moment we ever spent together, even the times we were doing absolutely nothing. But I can't live my life in regret. I have to keep going, that's one of the last things he ever told me.

KR: But now you are dating your high school sweetheart?

MT: Well….I wouldn't call him that exactly. But I did fall for him in high school. He was my best friend's older brother who I hung out with a little bit. We shared the same love of weird music that not many people our age liked.

KR: What kind of music?

MT: A lot of underground bands. He really opened my mind up a lot. Before I started hanging out with him I liked the Backstreet Boys and those kinds of groups. But after him…well, I still like pop music, but I started listening to rock. I love the Ramones, The Rolling Stones, Nirvana, Sloan, The Clash….Phantom Planet and Rooney. Those are the ones he'll let me tell people about. The others are top secret.

KR: So music really has a lot to do with your life?

MT: Yeah, when I was a teenager it was a major part of my life. Mostly because it got Michael this is her fiancé> to talk to me. He loves having a protégé. I was like a sponge to get information. Luckily the bands don't suck.

KR: So how did you and Michael Michael Moscovitz, lead singer of Bueller> get together after all these years?

MT: Like I said, he was my best friend's older brother so I had that in my corner. After everything that happened last year he, as well as my friend's fiancé and now husband, invited me to go on tour with them. To get my mind off of the things going on back home. Through the time I fell in love with him again.

KR: And he's written a few songs for you?

MT: A few…

KR: So he must have written them pretty quickly for them to be on his album huh?

MT: I suppose he wrote some when we were younger and fine tuned them to sound a bit modern. And so that it would fit the new relationship that we had.

We depart to meet her fiancée for lunch at their favorite food spot in the city (we had stopped eating for a solid hour, she suggested I save room for some of the best Chinese food in the city). She tells me about the little things he does for her, how he saves his left over pancakes and rolls them up in the fridge because he knows how much she loves cold pancakes. She tells me about his romantic proposal (which is surprisingly not the one that the public knows about!), and about a tattoo she got early last summer.

We are sitting in One Son Noodle Son, waiting for Michael to appear. She shows me her belly button ring that she got last year while touring with Bueller. She explains that her tattoo had to be placed so that it would not be revealed in front of foreign dignitaries. This way only three people will ever see it; the artist himself, her and Michael.

He finally appears, out of breath. They quickly order their regular meals and talk about his band. They are going on tour soon and Mia is planning on going along for the ride. "We are in this thing together, one hundred percent," she explains.

While she leaves Michael and I alone I ask him what is the one quality of his girlfriend/fiancée that he loves the most. He very simply says, "She's honest. She's humble. She appreciates everything that is given to her. But at the same time she doesn't think she deserves anything because of what family she was born into. She tries to make everyone around her happy, even when it isn't making her happy. That sometimes drives me crazy…but I know that she couldn't live with herself if those around her were unhappy. And she truly cares about the world. A lot of celebrities will throw money at problems and tell the press that they are volunteering their time to help the less fortunate. But she didn't. She spent the entire summer after she graduated high school in South America teaching little kids how to read and helping to build homes. She taught the people general hygiene. And to this day she still wants to go back and help more people. Even after what happened to Joshua. She knows that there are risks but she still wants to help other people…Her grandmother offered to give money to Greenpeace if Mia would just start school when she was supposed to, in the fall of two thousand four. But instead Mia spent the year working in the offices of Monaco to set up different trips. I know you asked for one reason but there are too many…"

KR: Would you consider her fearless?

MM: a moment of quiet, staring off at Mia at the counter> Not necessarily. I know that is her title or whatever, but everyone has fears. She keeps hers to herself and I respect that. I don't go around announcing what I am afraid of…but she does work through her fears. She faces them head on. But she is very fun, I can attest to that. She helped my band with a video for our fans and she just acted like herself…she ignored the cameras and just goofed off with us…she has an amazing sense of humor ya know? And if you dare her to do something, she'll do it. Just keep the eggplants away.

KR: Eggplant?

MM: Don't ask.

KR: Ooookay, she told me that you designed her ring?

MM: turns red in embarrassment> Well, yeah.

Mia and I tag along with Michael to the studio where he is meeting up with the rest of his band. I can see that she acts very natural with all of the band members and isn't afraid to speak up to them. She helps them with different lyrics and quite clearly surprises her fiancé.

I ask her afterwards what she thinks she would be doing if she was not a princess. I expected her to go into another speech about how you cannot live in the 'what if' world, but was surprised once again by this amazing young woman. "I would like to think I would be able to be a role model for young woman anywyas. Even if it was just on a small scale. And I would love to write music and poetry…and have a very quiet life. But now I'm so used to having cameras following me around I wonder if I would be paranoid without them there.

"I think I would wear much more comfortable clothes. Michael's mother, Dr. Moscovitz…even after all these years I still cannot bring myself to call her by her first name…well, she was in Boston last summer for Lilly and Tony's wedding (Tony is the guitarist for Bueller, Lilly is his wife and Mia's best friend) and she found this great store where you can buy sweatpants for like seven bucks. Trust me, when I get to Boston again I will definitely be seeking this place out because they have the comfiest sweats I have ever worn."

I ask her what she normally wears. "Oh, you know the average day I start off with my breakfast suit, then I change into my business suit. All the while I am wearing my daytime tiara of course. Then I change into my social suit and my social tiara. Then when I go to bed I wear silken pajamas with a diamond encrusted eye blocker thingie," she replies sarcastically. "But seriously, I wear what anyone would wear. I honestly don't have that much to do during the daytime hours so I wear whatever the weather permits. When I'm in New York or if I am flying somewhere I wear my lucky ripped jeans and usually a t-shirt and a button down jacket. I seriously live in t shirts. To bed I normally…well, I sometimes wear shorts and a tank top but normally it's nothing. It's actually kind of refreashing to sleep in the nude. I mean, you wear clothes every hour of the day. It's sometimes just nice to fall asleep in your natural state with the person you love most in the world…oh God, my dad is going to kill me for saying that. Sorry Dad!"

If that is the only thing she needs to apologize for then maybe he'll forgive her. Because Mia has done the impossible. She's kept true to herself when most girls would have given anything in the world to be in her position.

"I know I am lucky…I don't need a tiara or the crown jewels to tell me that I am lucky. Frances Burnett wrote in her book A Little Princess, 'Whatever comes…cannot alter one t hing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside…'. Because that is what a princess is…it's a state of mind rather than a position. My mother and father and my friends treated me like a princess before I was told I was a princess so I know both sides of the coin. And it's only now that I have chosen which side of the coin is better…"

MIA:

I liked that she kept it cryptic right up to the end. I wish that she had written more about my work as a contributor to Greenpeace. "What do you think?" I asked Michael.

"It's good. I mean, I like that she made you sound like you. NO pretentious bullshit."

I nodded, "Yeah. I liked Kiki. But," I started.

"Yes?" he asked, leaning back into the bed.

I tossed the magazine to the floor. "I like you a bit more."
"I think I read that in some Cosmo magazine. She only mentioned the relationship fifty times."

"Cause that is what the readers want," I explained. "Tomorrow night will be fun, won't it? I can show you off and wear a dress of my choosing. You know, this will be my first non royal even in quite some time."

"What are you going to wear?" he asked as I kissed his belly and drummed my hands against the side of his stomach. "I dunno. Maybe something really scandalous."

"Yeah, right," he said with a laugh as he sucked in his stomach. I was getting kind of low on the belly. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see," I said seductively (I find it hard to believe I can be seductive, but according to two men I can be).

He didn't seem to mind seeing what I was doing at all. After the number of times we've made love he has never actually thanked me, but after that he certainly did which made me laugh hysterically.

I had only done that with one other person because I thought it was a rather intimate act that only people who are really together should do, but I know that he had Lucie do the same thing to him. "Better than Lucie?" I asked softly.

He kissed me hard. Was that an answer, or a dodging? "Mia, she meant absolutely nothing to me. I hardly even remember that night."

I looked around. "Were you guys here? In this bed?"

He sighed heavily. It was the sigh that he gives me when he really is tired of all my questions, but knows that I deserve answers. "You really want to know?"

"Yes," I said tentatively.

He took my hand. "It was in California. We had a fling while I was living out there. But I ended it and moved back here. But we never did anything else-"

"But you did do…you know, that?"

"Mia, to be quite honest with you this is not how I want to spend my night with you."

"Stop dodging," I argued.

"Fine," he said angrily, "The only reason I ever did anything with her is because of you."

Silence filled the room. "Because of me?" I whispered a few minutes later.

"Yes. She lied to me. She told me that you laughed about me. That I was a bad lay…and being the drunk that I was that first night we met I wanted to prove that I wasn't. But I couldn't go through with it all. It just didn't feel right. But she didn't want to leave empty handed. So she did that to me and I…"

I wanted to throw up at this instant. He actually had oral…he did things orally to her that he hadn't even done to me! "You what?" I snapped.

"Mia, am I sitting here questioning you about Joshua? Or Rob or-"

"You want to know? Fine. I was intimate with my boyfriend after a good eight months of being together. We didn't sleep together but we still did other things to each other. Happy now?" I demanded, getting off the bed and ripping the blanket off the bed. "Good night."

"Where you going?" he asked, following me.

"To bed," I replied, spreading the blanket on the couch so I could make a sleeping bag of sorts.

"Mia…come on, don't be mad at me. That's in the past."

I turned to him. "But it still hurts. To think you would believe something like that. Michael, I have a hell of a lot more respect for you than to tell someone something like that. To lie about something like that."

"How was I supposed to know what you were like? I hadn't even seen you in ages!"
"But you knew me. I'm not the type of person that would do something like that."

"But you had broken my heart," he said simply. "I was still dealing with something that had happened years before. I can see you had gotten over it but I hadn't."

"Good night Michael," I snapped, crawling onto the couch and turning my back toward him.

He threw his hands in the air and left the room. I started to cry. Why did I care so much about him and Lucie? Like he said, it was in the past. I doubt I am actually mad at him, but more so at her. Maybe that was why I 'forgot' to invite her to the wedding.

But no. I had to keep being mad at him. He actually told me that they had a fling while he was on the west coast, which according to my math means a whole lot more than just getting head from a socialite.

I couldn't sleep. Instead I stared up at the ceiling and listened to the traffic below us. I saw him sit in the lazy boy on the other side of the room. He strummed a few notes on his guitar and then put it down again. "God why do I screw up so much?" he mumbled. Then he came over to me (I closed my eyes so he wouldn't know I was spying on him) and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry babe…if I had known the truth I would never have done that with Lucie. I…I just thought that you were out of reach. I had lost my chance with you, ya know? Please don't hate me…" he whispered.

I opened my eyes and found myself inches away from his face.

"I could never hate you," I replied simply. "You are Michael Moscovitz, right?"

He nodded and gave me his signature smile.

"Then of course I could never hate you."

"You've been awake?" he asked.

I nodded. "I hate sleeping without you near me. You've got me addicted to you."

He laughed, "Sometimes I feel like that too…you know, that I'm addicted to you. But hey, it's better than being addicted to crack, right?" he asked with a half smile.

"You know what, Michael?" I asked.

"What?"

"I think we just survived our first real argument."

He smiled for a moment then looked serious, "I just want you to know, if I could I would have never done anything with her. I want to turn back the hands of time and not have a thing with her-"

"But the ending might be different," I argued. "I mean, who's to say we'd get together at all if you hadn't been with her?"

He stood up and pulled me into his arms. Then he carried me into our bedroom and….well, he did something that that he hadn't done to me before. And might I say girls, get a boyfriend with a tongue ring.