The next day Mia seemed to be in a much better mood. She came to my door in a really cheerful mood. "Mia, it's eight o'clock in the morning," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"So?" she said, "It's a beautiful day! Why haven't you gotten dressed yet? We're going on a yacht today so make sure you dress appropriately."

I then realized I was still in my guitar boxers and my undershirt. "Mia, get out of here so I can shower and get dressed. Your dad will flip if he finds you in here with a partially clothed man."

She turned red, kissed my cheek and said she'd be waiting for me in her room. Isn't that every eighteen, almost nineteen, year old male's dream? His girlfriend saying she'll be waiting for him in her room? That's kind of hot. I've become such a hornball in my old age. Let's make this a cold shower.

When she left my cell phone rang. That would most likely be my dad. "Hello?"

"Michael, your poster sold for seventy five dollars. I'm sending it out now."

"Really? But it's like two in the morning isn't it?" I asked, grabbing a sweater from the closet.

"They need it in time for Christmas. I guess there's another Star Wars freak out there."

"Must be a freak to pay that much for it," I joked. "Okay. Thanks Dad."

So I was a in a good mood now. I was seventy five dollars richer and not in debt for Mia's present. "Hello Beautiful," I greeted as I opened Mia's door.

"Not bad yourself," Lilly deadpanned. She was sitting on the fainting couch in Mia's room. Mia was busily putting on makeup.

I made a face at her. She was not going to ruin my day. I walked over to Mia and put my hands on her waist from behind. "You don't need all that junk."
She smiled, "Yes I do.Grandmere says that shecan't handle all the young people being around. So, we'regoing on the yacht with all the royals. If Eugenie and Beatrice look better than I do Grandmere will flip her lid."

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Lilly asked.

I turned to her, "What, I can't possibly be in a good mood simply because I am in beautiful weather instead of New York where there is currently a blizzard?"

She rolled her eyes and left the room. "I'll be waiting in the hall so you can swap spit."

Mia and I laughed and did just that for a second. A mere second.

At breakfast Mia and I both noticed how much of a good mood Lilly was in. Good. We are all happy and not arguing at all. Today could go very well.

I hated how all the stupid royals looked at Mia when she offered some Dramamine before we boarded the boat. They all look down on her because she grew up common. They are the real losers though. Blazers? Red ties? Please. That's so high school. And these guys were supposedly close personal friends of world famous designers?

I was talking to this Lord Mulberry guy while Mia wrote in her journal. I know she likes privacy when she's doing that so I give her some space. I know I don't like it when people are hanging over my shoulder when I'm working on a new song. Well, I don't really care if it's Mia though. She is always giving me new ideas for songs.

I was comfortable in the sweater Mia had picked out for me (I have to admit, she has good taste), but all the other guys were taking off their jackets and heavy shirts. I glanced at Mia who was looking at Mulberry, who was taking off his shirt.

Fine. I lifted my sweater off and made my undershirt start to come off as well. She likes my bare chest. But I only teased her with a peek. Hell. Unless she's about to go showing off her chest on this damn boat I'm not going to. I'm not exactly in the same range as those stupid trainer enduced princes. I'm just a computer geek from New York.

But I wouldn't want her showing her chest off. So I take that back. Under no conditions do I wnat her top coming off with all these gusy around. Just me. Okay, brand me a pervert, but I think I deserve to be the only man to see my girlfriend's chest.

I have to laugh at my little sister. She has some thirteen year old cousin in Mia's stalking her. Watching her flirting (okay, maybe making out with) some of the royals on board.

We returned home from out day out to sea (okay, in the harbor) and started getting ready for the Christmas Ball. I took a nice long shower and walked back into my room with my towel wrapped around my waist. I peeked out my doors and saw Mia getting her hair done by her ladies in waiting. I liked her dress.

And watching as she explained to them how she wanted her hair done. She was so sure of herself over here. I could get used to living here and seeing her act like this. But at times it was like…well, back home she's always asking me what I think about things, which can be annoying, but it's part of her. Over here she just gets things done without even thinking about it.

It was better though. If Lana could see her now I guess she'd even be impressed.

I stood in front of the full length mirror and practiced what I wanted to say to Mia when I reminded her of our anniversary and told her about my gift. I could see her watching me from the reflection, but I liked seeing her when she didn't know I was seeing her. So I kept up my practicing. And trying not to look like a tool in a tux.

Mia had to do some royal things when we got to the ball. I started talking to some guy about the role of enzymes and gene regulatory elements in biotechnology and genetic engineering. He said he was from Sweden so obviously he would know about all that stuff. I like Swedish people.

I looked over to the dance floor and saw Mia dancing, miserably, with Prince William of England. I mouthed the words 'I love you' to her, but I don't think she noticed.

Most guys would be insanely jealous that the love of their life was dancing with the most eligible bachelors in the world. But I knew better. First of all, she looked like she was about to toss her cookies by his mere touch. Secondly, nothing could ever happen with them. He was going to be King of England, and she was going to be sovereign of Genovia. Both are going to be heads of their own countries. Ha. There.

Just as I was going to excuse myself from the Swedish guy to go cut into Mia's dance with William, that little Pierre guy came running in yelling for us to 'Stop them!'.

I have NEVER seen Mia's grandmother run so fast. She started screaming about the Faberge Advent Calendar. We all followed the Compte (AKA Pierre) and expected to find the Hall of Mirrors, but only to be brought into the bowling alley (I never knew a palace would have one!). Where my sister and eight young royals were STRIP BOWLING. I never want to see my sister's Hello Kitty underpants. Not even in the laundry room. But no. I am now seeing them ON her.

And to make things even better, a royal and this servant Franco started dueling for Lilly's HONOR! Do people still duel? It started after Franco slapped the royal across the face with his white glove. This dude means business. Seriously.

Prince William started snapping pictures with his cell phone. Pervert. That's my little sister.

The dueling duo started fumbling around and ended up in the Hall of Mirrors. Grandmere (maybe I should start calling her that?) started going on about the stupid calendar thing again, only to enter the hall as the two men sent the thing crashing to the floor.

I was near her as she started fainting so me, and Prince Philip caught her before she too crashed to the ground (and considering all the plastic surgeries she's had she might just crash literally). "We need to get her some air," I announced, feeling kind of toolish. "Out of the way," I ordered as Philip and I carried her outside to a garden.

I saw Mia look a bit flushed. She liked when I took over like this. Like the time I took care of Boris after he dropped that globe on his head. Geez, saying that out loud makes me wonder why Lilly ever liked him. I mean, he was a dork back then. Not the stud that he is now (or so Mia tells me. Everyone at school is totally in love with him now, I am in a band with him but dont' really notice changes like that...I'm a guy).

We were greeted by hundreds of stray cats. I looked at Mia who looked completely embarrassed. I told her feeding those cats was a bad idea. But now was not the right time to remind herof that. Besides, apotential consortdoesnot correct the princess.

Now we had hundreds of hungry cats to deal with.

But it did wake up Grandmere.