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Mia's POV...
One Month Later...
I've come to a conclusion: Disney Princesses must have been depressed deep, deep down. Because ordinary princesses don't live like them. Except me. Right now I'm living like a Disney Princess.
Grandmere comes to see me every morning to ask me if I want to take part in Parliamentary meetings going on. I politely decline and she leaves me alone for the rest of the day.
I usually spend my days lounging around my room, watching movies on the Lifetime channel (they installed it just for me) or sitting on the bay window looking outside at the world. Even my meals are delivered to my room for me.
Occasionally I wander around the Palace, but I generally stay in my room.
I don't regret my decision to leave New York. I feel like I can breathe now. I think I was slowly suffocating back at Columbia, and the only way out of it was leaving.
But I can't help thinking that if I'd stayed, I'd have just finished my Finals. That's if I'd bother to do them, that is.
And if Finals are over, that means The Baby would have been born too. Michael Junior.
I turned the TV on to stop myself thinking about it. I try to purge all thoughts of Michael and Holly living as a happy family out of my mind. It's part of the moving on process.
Not finding much on the Lifetime channel, I decided to leave it on anyway. It's better to watch it than to leave myself alone with my thoughts. So I crawled under the silk sheets and lost myself in it.
"Amelia! It's morning, wake up!" A shrill voice roused me from my peaceful dreams.
I cracked open an eye and immediately regretted, being blinded by the now open curtains. I groaned and rolled over.
"Come on, Amelia. Don't you want to come out into the real world? We have guests coming from Monaco today; wouldn't you like to make some new friends?"
By 'new friends' I assume she means forty year olds. They're the only guests that ever come from Monaco.
"Who is it? Kathryn?" Kathryn is in her early forties. Apparently she's some kind of distant cousin to the Prince of Monaco. They always send distant cousins when they can't be bothered coming themselves. I've met Kathryn many times before.
"No, it's her children. They're here about a party their planning. It's the eldest one's twenty first in three weeks, they want to invite you."
"So they're coming just for me?" Great. That would require getting dressed.
"Yes, Amelia. Come on now. I haven't pressured you into venturing out of your room for any other guests, but this is important. And these people are here for you, it would just be plain rude to not see them."
"All right, I'll see them," I told her reluctantly. What happened to my depressed Disney Princess lifestyle? "So who are these kids?"
"Erik is the oldest one, he'll be twenty one in a few weeks. Then they're Arabella, she's seventeen. And Pieter, who's sixteen. And they've come all this way to invite you to a party so please don't humiliate the family, Amelia."
"Haven't they ever heard of the postal system? Or a telephone?" I sneered.
"Don't be ungrateful. I don't see you making any other friends here."
Touché.
So I put on a long white skirt and got ready to meet my 'new friends'.
One of the Palace butlers announced the arrival of my guests and I rose to meet them. I know Grandmere isn't here to assess my princessness, but I still don't want it getting back to her that, God forbid, I didn't rise to greet them.
"Princess Amelia," the eldest boy addressed me. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you." He kissed my hand.
"Um, hi. I mean, hello. Welcome to the palace. But please, call me Mia."
"Mia it is then. My name is Erik and this is my sister Arabella and my brother Pieter."
They each shook my hand and respectively curtseyed and bowed to me. Why can't people my own age act normally around me?
"Let's sit down," I motioned to the comfy chairs by the fireplace. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?"
They sat and rattled off their drink order to the butler.
"So," I said, turning to Erik. "I hear you're turning twenty one, congratulations."
He beamed. "Yes, yes, it is quite a momentous age. We will be celebrating it back in Monaco in a few weeks, and we would be honoured if you would grace us with your presence, Mia."
"I'd love to," I lied. Spending any amount of time with these pompous kids will be torture. That's why I cut to the chase and got them to invite me already. Now they can leave and I can go back to bed.
I was just about to say something else, to steer them in the direction of leaving, but Pieter opened his mouth first. "Is it true you dropped out of College in America?" he asked rudely.
"Pieter!" Arabella exclaimed.
"I left, yes," I admitted, feeling my face flush red.
"But did you leave because you were flunking?" he pushed.
Arabella looked apologetically at me. "I'm so sorry, Mia. Pieter, shut up."
"I left because of some personal issues. None of which are your business," I told him rather bitterly, neglecting to mention that I would have flunked if I'd stayed anyway.
"Right, right," he said, not looking sorry for having asked such questions. "So did you..."
"I think that's enough, Pieter," Erik said sternly. And it shut him up.
They finally left and I retired to my room. I'll be sure to tell Grandmere about the rudeness of the people she wants me to be friends with.
"Excure me, miss?" One of the maids knocked on my door and came in. "The guards tell me you have a guest. Shall I send him into the dining room?"
A guest? Who? My 'guests' left already. It had better not be Pieter come back to taunt me more. And even if he wants to apologise I don't want to see him.
"Yes, tell whoever it is that I will be down in a few minutes." Grandmere would have a fit if she knew that I'd turned away a guest, even pompous Pieter.
I checked myself over and headed down to the dining room, but I took my time. I don't want Pieter thinking I'd rushed down to see him or anything.
I opened the door to see my guest was sitting at the table, with his back to me. It's certainly not Pieter.
The door closed behind me and he stood me meet me.
All thoughts of Pieter flew out of my head as I stood facing Michael Moscovitz.
