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Mia's POV:

"Amelia! Amelia!" Oh my God. I could hear her screaming for me from half-way across the camp. I scrambled up from Michael's bunk (although it had been extremely comfortable).

"Michael…I slept really well last night. It was so great of you to let me come back here rather then let those guys see me without any clothes. But now I'd better go before Grandmére finds me here. Okay?"

Michael, who was still half asleep, went, "Mmm…'kay Mia…"

I ran out the door, and burst into my cabin just minutes before Grandmére did.

"Grandmére!" I said. "What if I had been changing?"

She rolled her eyes. "You weren't, were you?"

"Well, no…but I could have been!"

Grandmére looked unimpressed. "Amelia, where were you this morning? I came to your cabin earlier so I could wake you up and get you into something decent rather than those hideous overalls, to find you were not here!"

"I just decided to go for a swim late last night because I couldn't sleep…and I hadn't come back yet."

"You swam for six hours? And what are those clothes you are wearing? They are hideous! And who ever heard of a woman—especially a princess—wearing men's boxers to bed? I am going to have to talk to Helen about this, she is obviously teaching you such behavioral things that will not be tolerated—"

"Grandmére! Can you leave so I can get dressed and go to breakfast?"

"Well…alright. But I want a word with you about your wardrobe afterwards. Is that understood?"

I sighed and inwardly rolled my eyes. "Yes, Grandmére."

She left. Finally.

To please Grandmére, I decided to put on my khaki skirt, along with some clogs that I had acquired a few weeks before, a white shirt and one of those really light jackets (it was light blue) over it. Hey, it wasn't a ball gown…but definitely not overalls. This was an improvement, no?

No, according to Grandmére. As soon as I got into the cafeteria, she was yelling at me.

"Amelia! That skirt is much too short!" Even though I had totally checked before leaving the cabin and it was fingertip length.

"It isn't!" I cried. "It's fingertip length!"

Lana came up behind me, snickering. "You're wearing a bra again? How many times must I tell you, Amelia? You don't need it!" Then she reached out and snapped it. And she had said and done these things in front of everybody. I was so mortified.

Unluckily for Lana, Michael saw it, too. He came right up to her, and went, "Lana….Just because you have a what? C cup? Doesn't mean you should go around teasing others. Besides, Mia looks absolutely gorgeous today."

He sized her up. "And I'll bet the only reason people like you is because of that C cup, so…be thankful for it." Then he did something else…he reached out and snapped Lana's bra!

All I could think while he was doing this was 'Oh, my God! Oh my GOD!' Grandmére, however, actually looked impressed, if that's even possible.

Grandmére looked at him carefully. "Hmm…you really love my granddaughter?"

Michael nodded.

"Well…" Grandmére said. "I suppose I will have to permit you to continue seeing her. God knows, she needs someone like you in her life."

I was so happy, I threw my arms around Grandmére, Michael, AND Lana, who went, "Ew, freak," and went to go sit by Carol. Go figure.

Grandmére pulled away and went, "Although, he COULD do with a nice haircut…"

"NO!" I cried. "I like Michael just the way he is, thank you."

Grandmére huffed and stalked away, and Michael mouthed, to me, 'Thank you.'

I mouthed back, 'Your welcome.'

He winked, and mouthed, 'I love you.'

I smiled and kissed him, right there in front of everybody.

After I kissed him, Michael said, "And you really do look beautiful today. As always."

I laughed and said, "Thank you, sir." And we went to go eat our pancakes.

I know it's kinda short, but…I'll update soon. ;)