The gang, Mia, Lilly, Michael, Jo and Clarisse, were on their way to the wedding coordinator. Joe and Clarisse were at the middle seats while the others stayed at the back. Lilly was in the middle of Mia and Michael, holding magazines and other stuff for the preparations of the wedding. You could say that she outdid herself when she said that she wil be "prepared".

Mia was looking at the wedding catalouges- the flowers, the churches and of course, the wedding gowns. Lilly took care of the notetaking and she was very much indulged with the preparations. Joe and Clarisse were cooperative, too. They gave suggestions although for the youngsters, it seemed quite old fashioned.
Michael, on the other hand, sat quietly and answered only when someone asked him a question, a comment or a suggestion.

Upon arriving at the prestigious wedding coordinator's shop, Mia's phone rang. It was Nicholas.

"So, where are you?" Nick asked.

"Uhmm.. I'm with grandma, Joe, Lilly and Michael, visiting the wedding coordinator. It's different when you're not around," Mia sighed. Michael looked at her as she went out of the limo, still talking.

"Uhh, I'm really sorry I can't be there right now. But I promise that I will make it up to you, somehow. By the way, we're in Singapore. Aunt Lucy's loving the the big aquarium, as she would call it," Nicholas laughed.

"Haha... well tell her to take care. She wouldn't want to smell like fish again, would she," Mia teased. "Ok, I need to go now. Bye."

"Bye, Mia. I love you."

"I love you, too," Mia replied with a smile. As she hung up, she saw Micheal behind her.

"Oh, it was Nick. He was asking how I was and all that. But you didn't need to know that," Mia said, brows furrowed. "Ok, let's go inside," she quickly reversed.
Michael simply nodded in reply then walked after the Queen.

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"Your Majesty, we must do the fitting of the tux for your fiance," the designer said to Mia who was busy looking at the pictures of the gowns she would be wearing on her big day. She looked up and smiled at him, sweetly.

"I'm sorry but my fiance's not around. He's currently venturing with his aunt in Asia. Can we not do the fitting some other time?"

The gay british designer walked, thinking. He faced the Queen and sighed, "I'm sorry your majesty. If you plan to be wed in 2 months, all the fitting should be done right now. There isn't enough time to shorten while making your beloved fiance's suit."

Clarisse stood up and sat beside Mia. The others listened to what she had to say. "Mia, dear, maybe you should just postpone the wedding."

"Oh, I can't grandmother. I really want that day, and it's perfect! I just can't throw all that away. It's that date or it's next year for us," Mia explained. She looked worried but firm about her decision.

Clarisse sighed and looked at everyone. "Well, what are you going to do now?"

Mia shrugged. Then she looked at them and went, "I guess we'll just have to pick another designer who can make it."

The designer snapped back and said quickly, "Oh, my majesty, I can do the job. There is no question to that. My competence and work is considered the epitome of a perfect wedding designer. But it'll take me at least a month before I can finish the job... tops!"

"But Nick won't be back until after two weeks," Mia replied.

Lilly, with her unique brilliance and great thinking under pressure, she suddenly suggested, "Maybe we can ask a guy to fit for Nicholas. You know, someone who's nearest his size."

Everyone looked at her and slowly agreed to her plan. "Yes, that suggestion of Lilly just might work," Clarisse beamed. "Now, we should find a guy who is quite compatible to Lord Nicholas' size," she continued.

Inside the store was Clarisse, Mia, Lilly, Joe, Michael, two bodyguards, the designer and his posse at work. One by one, Mia examined every guy in the room,
comparing each one to Nick. She passed by the gay designer as he looked at her with a shy yet bitter face. Mia looked at the two bodyguards but the one seemed too tall while the other was too stout. Joe was a bit too short and a bit fat to fit in Nicholas' size. Nicholas was a very masculine figure. One could say that he could pass as the eiptome of a very hunky guy. He wasn't too tall nor too short and neither too fat nor too thin. He was just right and his body was simply beautiful compared to other men.

As Mia walked on, she stopped in front of Michael and smiled. Michael looked up, confused. Mia gave her sweetest, most sincere pleading look, one that Michael loved when Mia used to that when they were together. He stood up from his seat and started shaking his head, "No. I'm not gonna do it."

Lilly stepped up to his brother, "Michael, come one. This is Mia's big day and you're the only guy who fits the description. And frankly speaking, you weren't very helpful during the preparations."

"No," Michael said firmly, staring at Lilly.

Mia took a heavy sigh and walked slowly, "It's ok. I understand completely, Michael. This event is nothing to you but to me, it's...no. It's ok."

Michael sighed, "Ok, if it means that much to you, then I'll do it."

Mia turned to him and hugged him, kind of like a spur-of-the-moment thing. Michael's eyes widened. Mia snapped back and pulled away.

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"I cannot believe I let you guys make me do this," Michael said to Lilly. "This is so uncomfortable."

Lilly turned to him and said, "What? The suit? 'Coz if it is, we will have to re-fit it again."

Michael turned to Lilly from the mirror and walked up to her, "It's ok. The suit, I mean. What I'm saying is that, this," he said, pertaining to the suit. "It's uncomfortable."

"What? The suit?!" Lilly asked. "Michael, if the problem is the suit, we can have it re-fit again. If it's uncomfortable, you should say it." Lilly looked confusingly at her brother. He looked like he just saw a ghost but was smiling at the same time, too. She turned around and saw the reason why Michael acted in such a weird way...

"Oh my gosh!"