Author's Note: I have no clue as to why that other chapter had been posted. But here it is, the real conclusion. Hope you like it. No more to the AML story. Collective Sigh of relief, jk>

I'll put up my new story next week or so. Once I finsh the whole thing for sure. Thanks for reading!

-Krystyn (haha okay, that's only funny to me but whatever)

My mother woke me up at nine o'clock the next morning. I had a hair appointment at her hairdresser's at nine thirty. "Go shower, but don't wash your hair," she instructed. "And hurry."

Rocky enjoyed a pile of pancakes that Frank had made. "Make sure you clean up where we slept," I ordered. "We are having guests tonight."

He rolled his eyes, "You are still bossy even if you aren't the princess anymore."

I ruffled his hair and then noticed flowers on the table. "When did those arrive?"

"Some guy came by earlier with them."

"What did he look like?" I asked, looking for a card.

"I dunno. Like a guy with long hair I guess. He was kind of obbessive about it. He kept flipping it and stuff."

"Was it Tony, Lilly's husband?"

"Yeah. I think so. Yeah, he got a phone call on his cell and he said hey to Lilly."

"Okay. Go clean. Your dad is bringing you to the barber shop for a hair cut."

"Okay Sister Dear," he said, sticking his tongue out at me.

"Are you eleven or four?" I asked, teasing him.

He smiled and ran off to do what I told him. I started go walk into the bathroom for my shower when the buzzer went off again. "Hello?" I asked.

"A delivery for Mia Thermopolis," a man with a gruff voice replied.

"Ugh, I'll be right there," I mumbled.

I hurried down the stairs to find a guy holding a vase with daisies. Those were out of season. "Who sent these?" I asked.

The guy shrugged. "You are Mia Thermopolis?"

"Yes."

"Then here. Have a good day Miss Thermopolis."

I carried the vase up the five flights and then looked at the card.

Congratulations

- D

Am I to assume that D is for Dad? He is weird and would make a cryptic remark like that. I set them on the table with the roses that Tony brought over. I looked at that card and read a note from Michael.

Meet me at three o'clock at St. Patrick's Cathedral. I'll make an honest woman of ya

- Floppy.

I laughed. That would sound jerky coming from any other guy but not from him. And he used his old nick name from that night. I kept the card and put it in my purse for privacy. THEN I took a shower.

My mother and Lilly helped me get dressed. My dress is very simple and very me. It is hardly even a wedding dress. It is pure silk with spaghetti straps. I have a very small train. The front scoops down a little, and the back scoops down a lot. Brock, who was with me when I bought it, told me that I was saving a bundle on lingerie because it could double as my wedding night negligee.

My mother didn't like my dress on the hanger, neither did Lilly. "Mia, it's so…plain," Lilly explained. "I mean, a girl always imagines her wedding dress as…"

"Lilly, I had the dress that every little girl dreams of. Now it is being prepared to be sent to an auction house for charity. Joshua and I had a very.... different relationship than Michael and I do. We had to put on a show for everyone. No one else really saw us like we really were. I honestly would have been happy marrying him in a potato sack. The same goes for Michael. But with him I can blow off all the hoity toity bullshit and wear a dress that I can be comfortable in. And I know he'll love this dress. He loves how silk feels."

My mom and Lilly smiled at one another. They knew better than to argue with me. "Okay. Let's get this on."

"Oh Mia…" my mother cooed. "It's perfect on you. You were totally right. It's right for the type of wedding you are having."

I gave them a 'Ha I am right and you are wrong' grin. "Think he'll like it?" I asked softly, looking at myself as a bride.

"If he doesn't then I'll smack him," Lilly said with a laugh. "Of course he will. I know he'd rather have you wearing noth- not some hoity toity society dress," she said saving herself in front of my mom.

"Where is your locket?" my mother asked, looking me up and down.

"I decided to put it away for my daughter to wear," I replied.

"Then wait right here. I have something for you to wear."

She hurried off, leaving me and Lilly alone in my old bedroom which was now Rocky's bedroom.

"So, we'll finally be sisters," Lilly said with a smile. "I'll never understand you two though."

"What do you mean?" I asked, slipping into my shoes. I was wearing flats so I wouldn't look like a giant next to my ever so petite Michael.

"You two have had the weirdest courtship. Somehow though, I knew you would make it here…to a wedding I mean."

"Oh?"

"Even when you were dating all those other guys. I knew the truth. You and Michael were always obsessed with one another. Did you know that he kept clippings of you when you were in Genovia?"
"He what?" I said with a laugh.

"When you come back I'll show you. I stole it."

"Wait, explain," I said, sitting on my brother's bed.

"Mia, you know he never got over you. After that thing freshman year he was totally crushed but hid it in that sham of a relationship with Vicky. I mean, how many college guys come home every weekend and spend their nights with their little sister and her best friend. Plus, why would I continuously invite you over to do the same thing every weekend. I was doing an experiment you doofus. ."

I laughed, "Oh?"

"To see how long it would take you two morons to figure out you were madly in love.Plus, he was always asking me to invite you over for one reason or another"

"Right. Sure you were. Are you sure we weren't just really lazy and didn't want to go out and find something to do?"

"Mia, after you left New York he moped around. That was why he left and went out west. He hated coming home and not seeing you in the kitchen making some new concoction. He just stopped coming home on weekends. He was with Vicky all the time. He got really serious with her after that. I think she got freaked out and that was why she cheated on him with that Nick Carter. But I have a feeling she cheated all along.

"But in any case, he had this scrapbook with all the news clippings about you. All the pictures of you in all the tabloids. He was such a nerd."

I smiled. "But he's my nerd. I'm glad he never lost faith though."

"He only stopped after he went to Genovia to see you and you weren't there. He kind of lost hope. But trust me, he never stopped loving you. I doubt he ever would. I mean, if Joshua had gotten better Michael would have wished you all the best and been happy to see your happily married. But then he would live a life of a bachelor. Mia, you made him come alive again. That dork that I knew when we were teenagers came alive again."

I smiled. "I'm glad. I'm finally feeling like everything is fitting together."

"Here we go," my mother said holding up a strand of pearls. "It was your grandmother's…Clarisse's. She asked me to hold them for you before she died. They are her gift to you."

"Are you serious?" I asked as she put them on me.

"Why would I lie about having to have a conversation with that woman? Of course I'm serious," she said with a wink. "Here. Are you ready to go my girl?"

I smiled at my future sister in law, "More ready than ever."

MICHAEL:

In the middle of the night I got a phone call. I half expected it to be Mia asking if I would meet her for pancakes at Round the Clock, but it wasn't. "What is it Lill?" I asked.

"Can I come over?" she asked.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just want to see you."

"Fine. I'll leave the door open."

I decided to take a shower while I waited for her to come over. I have always loved taking showers in the middle of the night because it was like the only time I ever felt like I was alone. The noise level was less during the night hours. My neighbors were asleep when I was showering so I didn't feel like anyone was peeking in on me. I sound paranoid huh?

"Hello?" I heard Lilly's voice call out to me.

"Hey other little sister," I replied, coming out of the bathroom. I looked at the clock on the wall. "It's kind of late huh?"

"Yeah, I know. Well, Tony was over earlier and I didn't want to intrude."

I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like the little sister I have grown to love."

She half smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm really happy for you. I probably won't even see you that much tomorrow but I wanted you to know…"

I nodded. "Yeah. I know." This was followed by an awkward silence. I decided to sit on my kitchen counter and peel an orange. "So Mom and Dad will finally be rid of their kids."

"Nah, you'll stick around here," she guessed. "You could never leave the city. It's too much a part of you."

I shrugged.

"When were you guys going to tell me about the abdication thing?"

"We didn't tell anyone. Only the people who had to know knew about it. Her parents…me…"

"Tony," she said softly.

"Well.... he's part of the band, I had to tell them I was staying."

"You didn't make her do this, did you? If you did, I'll-"

I shook my head. "I could never make her do anything. I couldn't live with myself if I made her do something she didn't want to do."

"Good. What is she going to do now though?" she asked, taking a piece of the orange that I offered.

I shrugged. "We have some plans after the tour."

"Such as?" she asked.

"Stuff."

"Like?"

"I dunno, re-doing this apartment or getting a new one. We'll need to."

"Why?" she asked quickly.

"Because it's too much like a bachelor pad. She hates that I have no color here. And no pictures or anything. She wants it to be a little feminine."

"I see…no other reason?"

"No. Not that I am aware of. Why, do you know something?" She knows. But I won't say anything. Who told her? Tony...must have been Tony. She got him to confess since he never told her about the abdication thing. Bastard.

She shook her head. "No. Michael, do you feel like a grown up yet?"

I half smiled. "No. Remember, I am grasping to my youth by getting a tongue ring. Plus, everytime I feel like I am getting old I just go get another tattoo."

She laughed. "You know that Mia is going to have to take out her belly ring when she is pregnant-"

"I know. Some things are more important than belly rings. A baby for example."

"Michael, you told me, in your best man speech, that you were happy we had become friends. I…I just want you to know that I feel the same way. That you are one of my best friends as well."

We didn't do mushy very well. I only did mushy well with Mia. We settled for camping out on my living room floor talking about old family vacations. We looked over old photo albums and laughed at the Mickey Mouse ears we had to wear during our trip to Disney World in Florida with our grandparents. But then we fell asleep listening to the Beatle's record that my father handed down to me.

I had Tony bring flowers over to Mia in the morning. He called and told me that she was sound asleep in her living room but her brother promised to make sure she got her flowers.

Then I went for some coffee with Lilly and Tony. My parents met up with us and I had my 'last supper' (or breakfast). Before I knew it, it was nearly one thirty and I had to get ready. Mia told me to be at the church at two.

I'm so happy I'm just a guy and I just need to put on my suit, some deodorant and make sure the rings are with my best man. Then I just have to show up.

But if my memory serves me right (from Lilly's wedding), Mia would wake up early, suffer at the hands of a hairdresser and make up artist, then have to get into an impossible to wear dress, and all the while she has to look totally fresh.

Meanwhile it took me exactly ten minutes to get dressed. I spent a little while playing video games with Tony before we had to go to the church.

I was feeling eerily calm as I waited in the grooms room in the back of the church. The processional had begun. We didn't have very much actually. Her little brother was my junior best man. Tony was the best man. Lilly was the maid of honor. Shameeka was a bridesmaid. We wanted everything to be as simple as possible. My other friends were ushers.

The priest came out and told me to take my place so I could see my bride. I looked down the aisle to see Mia, her father and Mr. Gianni walking up the aisle towards me. She looked…

Well it's hard to explain the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. She literally looked like an angel. She wasn't wearing the traditional hard-to-wear dress. She was wearing an elongated slip almost. But it was perfect. Her hair was pulled back into a low bun that held her veil somehow.

She and I locked eyes and didn't take them off of one another from the moment she reached halfway up the aisle. She tried to hide her excitement by using one of those stupid techniques her grandmother drilled into her during princess lessons. But her dimples revealed everything.

"Hey," I whispered as she came up to me. She handed her flowers to Lilly.

"Hey yourself," she said with wide eyes.

"Who gives this woman in marriage?"

"Her mother and I do," Mr. Gianni announced proudly.

"And I do," her father said quietly.

She turned to him slightly and kissed his cheek gently. She did the same with Mr. Gianni. I shook both men's hands.

The priest started the ceremony and when he was doing a speech about what marriage is all about I turned to her and whispered, "Wanna ditch this and go make out?"

She giggled and slapped my hand lightly.

The priest then asked for the rings and Tony handed them over to the altar server. Father Hart then blessed the rings and had us offer our vows to one another. We could have easily written vows considering we both love writing, but we wanted to make the day as simple as possible. I put her ring on first and she just stared at it for a solid minute.

Then she put my ring on, but I had to help her. "You okay?" she whispered.

"Yeah,"I replied. "My hands are just a bit swollen."

She smiled and we turned to Father Hart. "May I now introduce to the world, Mr. and Mrs. Michael Moscovitz!"

The people who sat in the few rows of the cathedral clapped for us.

"Do I get to kiss her now?" I whispered.

He laughed, "Yes son. You may now kiss your bride."

I leaned right into Mia and kissed her for the first time as her husband.

MIA:

Before the ceremony I was pacing outside the church. I had seen my father only the day before. Was he honestly going to be in the city and not come see me get married? I mean, he had sent me my favorite flowers just to make me feel-

I threw up off the side of the church. Lilly covered me so that I wouldn't get anything on my dress. "Don't you ever feel sick?" I asked her.

"It's all mental Mia. If you don't let yourself get sick then you won't. So relax and it'll stop," she promised. "Here is a Listerine strip so Michael doesn't get grossed out when he kisses you."

"Mia, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked.

I turned to see my father in the suit that I sent to him. "I'm better now," I replied.

Lilly took this as her cue to leave. My father took my hand. He looked nervous. He never looks nervous. Then again,how many times does one see theironly daughter get married?"I'm sorry for everything. I've had time to think things through and I understand why you had to do this now."

"You do?"

"Mia, you were born into this position as princess, but at the same time you were not. You knew what life could be like outside the palace walls. You are not an actress, Mia. Living as you have for the past few years, I imagine, must have been hard. Not that you weren't happy because I am sure you were…when you were with Joshua. But when you were doing all the princessy things you were not. And the job made you act on guard a lot. You didn't feel like you could trust very many people; men. And I can see that you are trusting Michael.

"But Mia, I have made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. I think the biggest mistake has been seeing you as a princess more than as my daughter. I promised your mother, when we made the arrangement for you to live in Genovia that I would look out for your best interests first and foremost. And I did not keep my end of the bargain. I looked at you as the princess. I worried more about how the people of Genovia felt more than how you were feeling. Mia, you had to do this to be happy. If this is going to make you happy then do it.

"It took me a very long time to get over my first love. Every day of my life I live wondering what if? What if I had given up the crown to be with her? Where would I be now? Would we still be as happy as we once were? But…"

Who the hell was he talking- "Hold up, are you talking about Mom?"

He half smiled. "Mia, it doesn't matter. What I am saying is you have decided not to live in the 'What if' world. And I respect that."

"Mia, we're starting," Lilly said, poking her head out.

My dad looked up. "Is Frank walking you up the aisle?"

I shook my head. "No. You and Frank are," I said taking his hand.

At first I didn't see Michael. Everyone kind of held their breath as I walked by. That was the exact effect I was hoping for. Then I caught his eye half way up the aisle. He didn't seem surprised to see my father with me.

I barely listened to the ceremony. I kind of focused on how Michael's hand brushed past mine a lot. It made me remember our days of G &T and how our knees used to brush past one another. Those times used to make my day. I would analyze what it meant. Was he meaning to do that? Had he noticed that I hadn't shaved my legs in awhile?

But now I knew what every movement he made meant. He liked touching me. He liked linking our pinkies together so that we were touching but no one could really notice.

I can really say I have never been so thankful for Lilly and her Listerine strips. Michael's kiss was no other I had ever received. All I wanted to do afterwards was have him hold me and sing one of his silly little songs to me. But no. We had to continue on with the mass.

When we were finally alone, before the reception, he helped me take my veil off because I was getting a headache. "So, Mr. Moscovitz, what now?" I asked with a smile.

"Well, I would like to make out with my bride right now but I think it would be in bad taste to do so with our guests in the next room, Mrs. Moscovitz."

God, what had we become? We were shadows of our former selves. When we were teenagers we had our heads on more straight then we do now. But then again, we were a whole lot more cynical than we are now. Michael, I imagined, was a serious brooding musician. But now that we are officially (and legally) together I know better. He acts like a serious guy around people he is uncomfortable with. And he acted like that with me because he was nervous around me when we were younger.

I heard our names be announced so I kissed him lightly and then we left to join our guests.

Since we were in my mother's loft we used her stereo to play music. Michael was kind of bummed out because he is strongly against DJ's at formal events. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

He turned to me with a wide grin, "Who cares about the music? I have you here. I'm pretty much all set."

We spent the night with all of our friends and with our family. Michael sang a song for me.

We welcomed the new year alone on my fire escape. I was wearing his suit jacket to shield myself from the snow and the cold. "Aren't you cold babe?" I asked.

"Nah. I'll be fine. Isn't it funny how different life is now?"

"How so?" I asked.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked, wiping a piece of snow off my cheek.

"What do you mean? About what?" I asked.

"Before you just wanted fun. What made you want all this stress?" he teased.

I laughed. I remembered that conversation we had before we slept together. He had told me he wanted a girlfriend. I told him I wanted fun and no stress. "I realized that some things are more important than greatsex," I teased.

He laughed, "Well, sex is rather important. Especially when you are with the one person you want to be with…" he said, kissing my neck.

"I want to go and be alone," I whispered, "I mean, with you."

He nodded. "Then let's go," he said walking to the ladder.

"We can't just leave everyone!" I said surprised.

"Like they'll even notice? Everyone is plastered out there. Besides, Mia, they probably think we are going at it right now. No one will look for us. Let's go."

I sighed and followed him.

MICHAEL:

We walked through the streets to the hotel room I had procured a few months ago. It wasn't the Plaza, but what really was? People would expect us to go there. Instead we ended up at the Ramada New York Plaza. I know, the highest of high class. "This is where we are staying on our wedding night?" she said with a laugh.

"Only the best for my girl," I replied as we checked in.

I carried her over the threshold. We laughed at all the stupid traditions we were continuing. "What about my clothes?" she asked.

"I brought them over earlier," I replied.

"Okay…Let me go change."

I watched as she slunk into the bathroom with her over night bag.

I looked around and realized what our lives were going to be. I was going to be the breadwinner of our new family. I was going to be bringing my new wife and the baby along with me for the ride.

She came out and struck a dramatic pose. I laughed and walked over to her. "You look…" I said still taking in her appearance.

She was wearing a short silk nightie with green lace trim. She had never worn something like that with me before. All the times we'd been together we either went straight from our clothes which we would have feverishly thrown to the side, or we were in our regular pajamas.

"What?" she asked.

"You…"

"What?"

"You look great."

She looked at me oddly.

"What?" I asked.

"And you are still dressed," she said softly, unbuttoning my shirt.

I put my hands on her hips and kissed her forehead.

I once said that the time after Lilly's wedding was the night that we fully made love. But I lied. This was the night. She and I were just two people who just got married and love one another. She was not a princess. I was not a musician.

What we have is real. It isn't like the stories you read or the movies you see. It's the real thing.