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Ch. 2- Rage upon the evil forces of nature such as Grandmere

G&T

Okay. Now that Boris is safely locked away in the closet here in G&T, I can think. I have to be totally rational about this. I can do it.

WHO AM I KIDDING?

This is a DISASTER. You know that ball in my name that Grandmere wants?

It's not just an innocent little ball, with all of Grandmere's friends and a bunch of royal people I don't know trying to make conversation with me.

I should've known. If Grandmere is behind something, it's never innocent. NEVER. I can't believe I didn't see this coming earlier. I am SUCH an idiot. After looking at the list of guests for the ball that my dad mailed me from the Plaza this morning, I knew what was going on.

GRANDMERE IS TRYING TO FIX ME UP!

WHY isn't that woman locked away in an insane asylum like she SHOULD BE?

OH, GREAT. Lilly just leaned over and saw that last part that I wrote. "Woah," she says, "Your Grandmother has major issues. Did you mention to her you're only fourteen?"

Of course I did.

Except I totally DIDN'T!

Good thing Lilly isn't getting too suspicious. Yet.

Anyway, How could Grandmere not know my age? She knows. She MUST know. My Dad HAD to have mentioned it sometime or another. I've been having Princess Lessons with her for almost a month. And, okay, she's barely asked me anything about myself (she seems a bit preoccupied with making me miserable), but still. I mean, come ON. She must know SOME stuff about me.

RIGHT?

Not that, you know, I really WANT her to know a lot of stuff about me. Because that could lead to trouble, especially with... THAT woman who calls herself my grandmother. And I REALLY would not want her to know about my crush on Michael.

OK, Mia. Calm yourself.

I'll talk to her at Princess Lessons after school. I am SO not letting her do this to me.

Loft- After Princess Lessons

Ok. I swear, I TOTALLY meant to get all raged against her about the ball when I got out of the limo and Lars walked me up to the Plaza. I even sort of had a speech set up in my mind.

But as soon as I walked into her suite and recited the Genovian National Anthem in French per usual, Grandmere clapped her two hundred dollar manicured nails and one of the maids came out and whipped out this big white box.

I stood there staring at her confusedly until she rasped, all annoyed, in French, "What are you waiting for, Amelia? Open it!"

So I opened the box.

And I forgot that I was mad at Grandmere. Actually, I pretty much just forgot everything. I reached into the box and pulled out this amazing floor length blue and white (Genovian colors) ball gown. "Grandmere!" I gasped. "What's this for?"

She gave me the evil eye. "Your ball, of course."

And then I fully snapped out of whatever daze I was in. "Grandmere," I said, "I don't want a ball."

But apparently Grandmere thought I was joking or something, because she waved the thought away with a hand sweep and sipped at her sidecar. "Nonsense, Amelia," she said.

"Grandmere!" I said, and I have to admit that I was exasperated. This was not going to be easy, especially because I was still holding the gorgeous dress and I really wanted to try it on. "I do NOT want to get... fixed up!"

She snorted at my language and took a deep drag from her cigarette. "Why ever not, Amelia? Is there perhaps someone else in your life your not telling me about?"

Of course. Only he doesn't like me back.

"No," I lied automatically. She just snorted again and raked her bony fingers over Rommel, who shivered horribly. Poor thing. If I had to live with Grandmere, I would totally lick off all my fur, too.

"Grandmere, I'm only fourteen!" I said, remembering Lilly's comment from earlier.

"Amelia, stop being so dramatic!" She snapped loudly, sending Rommel to run beneath the coffee table and away from her creepy fingers. "This is simply a ball for you to meet new people, to get acquainted with other royals."

"You mean other male royals," I said, thoroughly annoyed with her. Then again, I'm pretty much always thoroughly annoyed with her. "I saw the guest list, and there's about four girls who aren't already sagging, total."

And then, she BLEW ME OFF. Really. Just like that, she stirred her sidecar and totally ignored me, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. Now tell me the ten different ways you can greet someone if you are interrupting them."

And that was it. Well, let me tell you, I am NOT standing for this.

NO WAY.

Hope you liked it! I promise Michael will be in the next chapter... this may turn out to be a bit fluffy eventually, I'll see where it goes. Let me know what you think!