Monday, Atlantean Royal Palace

I thought that I was going to die. It must be my just punishment after rejecting Cal so badly. I mean, I didn't mean to do that, honest. I didn't mean to hurt him. He's my best friend and I'm so sorry.

I was just a few feet away from the ground when Cal got hold of my arm. "Aaaargh! Your'e too heavy! POLLO! Help!"

True, the airflyer was tilting and tilting…it looked as though it might burst to combustion and we'd all be fried pancakes. Then Pollo zoomed by on another airflyer, cool as anything, and got both Cal and me onto the passenger seat.

"Where do you want to go, your Majesty?" he asked coolly. It turned out that Pollo had just checked that my airflyer's fuel was used up, so he took one of the Royal Air Troops and went after us. Just in the nick of time too.

"Um, to the Grand Hall. I daresay Uncle Roy is hopping mad about this. And all the producers are mad for this show gone awry. I mean, it was life. And I just got rejected…" Cal threw a meaningful look at my direction. I looked away.

We crashed into the Grand Hall. "Michael! Where on Atlantis did you go? We were worried sick! And the show…"

"Yeah! Do you want me or not?" Amelia demanded.

"It's OK, we've got an excellent camcorder that recorded your entire escapade from when Aurelia first went out to Pollo rescuing you," the producer grinned.

Cal walked up onto the stage and pulled me along with him. "What're you doing?" I hissed, trying to shake off his hand. But Cal held on grimly and marched to where the rose stood. He ordered Pollo to bring him a ring. No, I'm not kidding. A BLOOMING RING!

"Michael! What are you doing! I absolutely won't allow you to marry that little minx, not after the disgrace she cost us when she rejected you IN PUBLIC and her dad should be demoted!" Uncle Roy shouted.

Cal didn't even bat an eyelid. I glance at my dada guiltily while Amelia glared at me. "With all due respect, Uncle, I believe that this marriage will last for my whole life and I should be the one to make the choice. After all, you're not the Bachelor, are you?"

Three cheers for Cal! He's really standing up for himself! But wait…do I have to marry him? I mean, I never thought about this at all. That'll be like…eew. Whoever thinks about marrying their best friend, for goodness sake? Even though there's chemistry and all, it feels kinda weird. Do we have to, er, consummate out marriage or something? Please, NO!

Pollo arrived back with a blue ring box. "I know you like blue," Cal said as he knelt on one knee and opened the box, "so I knew you're like this blue diamond. There's ten types of blues merged together. Cobalt, cerulean, cyan, turquoise, azure, sapphire, topaz, beryl, emerald, jade, navy. So, will you honour me by being my Bachelorette?"

I could hardly speak a word. I am not those kind of girls who fantasize about the perfect wedding ring or wedding, but I'd like to think that I'd marry a sporty, adventurous, and intelligent guy. Who'll propose to me in the sunset or something ten years later. Not by a scrawny nerd, who is neither sporty or adventurous, and certainly not in front of the TV camera while I'm still 13!

Don't let him down, I thought. He's really nice and all. And maybe we'll grow fonder day by day. I breathed deeply. And nodded. And said into the camera with a true big smile, "I do, Cal!"

I could just imagine kids and adults alike all over the world clapping as Cal and I planted a Big Wet One in front of everyone. Uncle Roy nearly looked as though he'll get a heart attack. I could only think that we were not too bad for our first kiss ever.

And then we all send off all the others, promising to stay in touch. Some of them Cal invited to our engagement ceremony. Alexandra, Ariana, and Crystal are going to be my bridesmaid. Cal promised to email weekly to Antoinette and Yolanda, and waved the others goodbye. I saw Amelia curling up against Mitchell, glaring at us.

Tomorrow I'm gonna choose a dress and a ring for Cal. Oh yes, I'm a PRINCESS now!