There was a knock on Mia's door. The door cracked open and Michael's face popped out. "Can I come in?" Mia nodded, starring at the floor. Michael walked a little close to Mia.

"Mind explaining me what just happened back there?"

"Nothing happen." Mia denied.

"Really? What is your problem? Is there some kind of problem you have about me marrying Rebecca?" Michael was hiding a smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have any problem with anything." Mia got up and walked past Michael leaving the room.

"Oh, really? Then how come I have a feeling you're avoiding something?" Michael said, catching up with Mia.

"What makes you think that?" Mia said, walking down the stairs trying her best to avoid Michael. Michael was right behind her however, "Like right now, you're trying to walk away from me." This made Mia stop for a second, slowly she turned and faced him, "I'm fine, I'm totally happy for you. Really." Mia forced a smile.

"Thanks," Michael said with a unsure smile. Mia almost tried to hug him but Michael stuck out his hand. "Right." Mia said understanding, they shook hands and went seperate ways. Mia looked back at Michael . . . and maybe . . . maybe sheregretted what she said.

"Hey Mia?" Rebecca said as she came in Mia's room.

"Yes?" Mia said half annoyed at the sound of Rebecca.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure."

"Can you help me plan the wedding. Of course I can't plan this by myself. So ... what do you say?" Rebecca looked so desperate with her eyes all hopeful. It made Mia feel defeated.

"O-okay," Mia smiled weakly. "Great!" Rebecca jumped and gave Mia a hug. "We should get to work now!" Mia felt like saying something like 'shut up, it's just a stupid wedding' but she just grinned and followed Rebecca.

"How could Dad do that?" Jen said walking around in circles.

"I'm sure it's because he loves her," Katherine said.

"How can he? She's a witch! I don't even know how we're going to go through this! Who knows what she's capable of! Mom is getting married and Dad is getting married and I don't know why is this all happening!" Jen was frustrated with all this mess. Sometimes she wished that none of this would have ever happened. All of it.

"Ready to help, Mia?" Rebecca asked cheerfully. Mia forced a smile that said ' I'm ready to help!'. She hoped it worked. Otherwise it would look, 'Like I'd help a bitch like you.'

"Michael! Michael! Over here!" There was a crowd of reporters surrounding Michael, demanding answers. It was clearly obvious that they wouldn't leave until they got the dirt. "Michael Moscovitz, is it true that you are getting married or is this a rumor?" The man held out his recorder up to Michael mouth.

"Yes, it is true I'm getting married," Michael said calmly.

"When is this wedding?" another reporter asked. "Very soon," Michael said confidently.

"And is it true that your ex-girlfriend, Princess Amelia, is living with you at your house?" one reporter said from the way back. All people went crazy, they started flashing and asking more questions. Michael didn't say anything.

"Princess Amelia! Princess Amelia!" the reporters started going to her, she was Michael's car waiting for them to come but didn't know she'd have unexpected guests waiting for her. She was furious at Michael, but she had stuff like that to worry about later.

Michael came as fast as he could to the car and drove off. Rebecca was silent and so was Mia, this annoyed Michael somehow.

"So . . . anything else we need to do?"

"Go home would be good," Mia said, "and a good long talk with you would be great also!" Mia said half sarcastically. "Great," Michael said boredly.

At the house, Rebecca was skimming through some wedding catologues, Michael was watching TV, Katherine and Jennifer were hanging out at their room. Mia came down to the living room and sat down next to Michael. "Hello," she said smiling dumbly. Michael knew where this was going, "What?"

"You never ever told me they would be reporters earlier." Mia got to the point and her face got all serious.

"I didn't know they would be following me all the way to the shop! How was I supposed to know?" Mia pondered for a while and said, "Alright. But I want everybody to zip it about me, okay?" Michael nodded and saluted at her. This made Mia laugh, "Michael, I'm serious."

"Okay, me too," Michael said smiling. "Want to watch TV with me?" Mia nodded and relaxed herself on the couch. "Don't you look comfy right now," Michael said.

"Yep, I am."

"It looks like you haven't been this relaxed in a while. Having too much stress there?"

"Yeah, you know with me being a princess you hardly ever get any rest," Mia explained. "I mean I hardly get ANY rest time. I never have me time. I can't be relaced knowing I have full responsibility for my country. I just-"

"Mia, Mia, Mia, you're not in Genovia right now, you can relax now. Go ahead. Relax." Michael came closer to Mia and put his hands on top of Mia's shoulders. This made Mia relax her shoulders a little more. "Now relax your shoulders and breathe calmly." Mia tried to do as she was told but she felt a little awkward, "Just close your eyes, Mia, and breathe deeply." Mia closed her eyes and relaxed a little bit. Michael began to massage her shoulders. "That help?"

"Mmm, yeah." Mia smiled at herself, enjoying the massage she was getting from Michael. "That's better," he said. "Mmmmm, thanks."

"Michael?" A voice interrupted us. We seperated from eachother quickly. What a shame Mia was already starting to get the hang of this. Rebecca looked confused for some reason, "What are you doing?"

"Michael and I, were just . . ."

"-just helping eachother relax a bit that's all. That's all we were doing in case you're wondering. Nothing else. Nothing happened. Nothing happened but that. That'all that happened."

"We get the point, Michael," Mia hissed.

"Okay, I just wanted to know if you are going to come with me to meet our wedding planner." Rebecca said. Mia started going up to her room now.

"No sorry I can't," Michael looked over at the stairs, which Mia was on. "But I'm sure Mia and the girls would love to come." Michael made that last sentence loud enough for Mia to hear. Mia sighed and stomped off upstairs. Thanks a lot, she thought. Oh and thanks for killing my relax time with Michael too. Not that she enjoyed that moment with Michael or anything. Well...maybe she did a little.

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