A/N: Hey guys, long time no update huh? I have been a bit busy with school, trying to decide what courses to take over the summer and what not. Anyway, here is the next installment in the dramatic saga of Princess Mia's glamorous life. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review, I'm open to any and all compliments and constructive criticism!

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters you recognize, and I own the ones you don't.

G&T, still in trouble…

I have just been informed by Principal Gupta that my dad and Grandmere are on the way to pick me up and I have to say, not a moment too soon. Seriously, if I have to hear one more comment about my picture in the paper, I am going to sic Lars on all of them. Tina and Lilly have been rather supportive of me in my time of need though. Lilly was a little disgusted about what the paper implied, but they have both been wonderful. I asked them to help me plan my party. My real party, not the crap that I'll be forced to attend and see aired on national television.

I hope that Michael hasn't seen it; actually I hope that the entire student body at Columbia hasn't seen it. I'll have to call him when I get home, that is, if I am even going home. I don't know what Grandmere is thinking and frankly, I don't think I want to. If she had her way, I would be on the first plane out of the city, headed for Genovia and boarding school.

I...

The limo, on the way to the Plaza

I was interrupted earlier by the intercom calling me to the office. When I got there, Dad was pacing in the front hallway and Grandmere was trying to soothe a trembling Rommel who, apparently, got spooked by Principal Gupta. When I was spotted, Grandmere's eyes narrowed into little slits so tiny, the only thing visible was her eyeliner tattoo. It was too late to duck into a bathroom, so I took a deep breath and strode over to my Dad.

"Mia, what…" he began.

"Amelia, what on earth were you thinking?" Grandmere nearly shouted.

I saw Principal Gupta watching this exchange with obvious interest. Dad must have noticed also, because he said, "Mother, I believe this can wait until we are in the car."

She looked at Principal Gupta and sniffed, "Yes, Philippe, you are right. Come Amelia."

I turned to Lars and mouthed, "Help me!"

He hid his grin behind a cough and we started off towards the limousine. Lars got into the front seat with Hans and my dad held the door open for me and Grandmere.

As soon as I sat down, I tried to look preoccupied, getting my journal out of my bag, but Grandmere saw right through it.

"Amelia, do you mind telling me why you happened to be on the front page of the Daily Enquirer?" She glared at me, waiting for my reply.

I fidgeted in the seat, "Um, lack of more interesting stories?"

This response earned a stern look from my dad.

"This is nothing to joke about. The people of Genovia are waking up this morning and do you know what they are going to find on the front page of Journal De Célébrité? I'll tell you what they will see, they will see their only Princess and heir to the throne of Genovia caught on film. Do you know what this picture implies?"

"Mother, let me handle this." Dad interrupted. "Mia, this could be bad for your image you know. You will stay at the Plaza for a while, at least until this whole thing blows over. I've already talked to your mother about it and she agrees."

"But Dad, this whole thing will be over by tomorrow! I mean, surely something more interesting will happen. Ooh, you know, the Olsen twins are returning to the City for the summer, they're much more interesting than me."

Dad shook his head and said, "Mia, you are staying at the hotel and I don't want to hear another word about it. Besides, your grandmother thinks it would be best if the television crews filmed footage of you at the Plaza."

In all of the hysteria over my supposed "tryst", I had forgotten all about being on My Super Sweet Sixteen. I remained silent for the rest of the trip. At least they didn't try to take Michael away from me.