A/N This is me...getting to the interesting part.
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Emma's POV
I skipped through the familiar halls, Jadiel trailing behind me.
I chanted myself the same thing I've been trying to convince myself for six months.
I will not ruin Mia's wedding.
I will not ruin Mia's wedding.
I will not ruin Mia's wedding.
I knocked on Mia's bedroom but just opened it without her permission. "Hellooo?"
I called. "Princess?" I closed the door behind me, leaving Jadiel out in the hall. "Mia?"
Mia's head poked out of her walk-in closet, looking worried. Once she saw it was me, she relaxed her face. "Oh my God, Emma, you scared me." she gasped.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yeah…" I said, plopping on her bed. "I was suppose to tell you that your guests are here.
Mia ran in the room with her eyes crazed. She was still in her PJ's. "What? That can't be right! The wedding is in…" She was counting to herself.
"A week." I provided. "Mia, are you okay?" She nodded helplessly, walking back into the closet. "Clarisse invited some people to stay until then. She wants you to come down and greet them. She says she has a surprise for you."
Mia poked her head out again. "Emma? Can you stall? I'm not ready…"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." I said, heaving myself up. "Hurry up, though. Andrew's there, so I have to be on my best behavior."
"Thank you so much!" She said, disappearing behind the door again.
"Let's bounce, J.J." I said, walking down the halls again. Jadiel nodded gravely and followed me down the hall.
I didn't recognize anyone in the dinning room other than Tina, LeeLee, Philippe and Clarisse. Everyone else stood awkwardly in groups, talking in hushed voices and looking around nervously.
"Princess!" A familuar French voice called behind me.
I turned around with a fake smile. "Oh! Andrew! How are you?"
Andrew smiled enthusiastically "Oh, I am just fine, sank you, Princess. You zeem like you 'ave been practicing your manners, yes?"
I nodded. "Yes. Well, I have to introduce myself to this lovely group, if you'll excuse me."
"I'll join you, of courz." he said, linking my arm into his.
I grimaced. "Of course."
I caught both LeeLee and Tina's eyes, begging them to save me from my ex-princess trainer, but they just laughed and ignored me.
Jerks.
I introduced myself to everyone in the room and they all seemed nervous. And boring. I didn't spend more than five minutes with each person.
The last group in the room was two people sitting in a corner not talking. One was a woman who was thick and short, and had a tough look about her. Her nose and eyebrows were pierced and she was holding a pair of square glasses in her hand, chewing the side. Her dark brown her was lightly streaked with purple and was wrapped up in a messy bun. She was wearing ratty jeans and a t-shirt that said "Fangs up". Not at all dressed in a manner to show up to a castle in.
This intrigued me.
The other was her a man who was much taller than the girl (I guessed was his sister), taller than Mia, probably (and that's really rare, even for a guy). His chestnut hair was mussed up, like he just woke up. He was standing with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, looking very upset. Maybe he and his sister had just had a fight… He wore rimless square glasses that made him look smart, and he wore a black suit jacket over a whit t-shirt and black jeans. He, like his sister, was wearing converse, but his were black, while hers were a neon green.
They seemed like very interesting people.
I strolled over, gently pushing Andrew in the way we were heading, and curtsied once we stood in front of them. They tight-lip smiled.
"I am Princess Emma of Renoslia, and this is my previous Princess trainer, Andrew. You are?" I said politely only because Andrew was with me.
The guy stuck his hand out, still tight-lip smiling. "I'm Mi-"
I shook my head stiffly, shooting pointed looks over at Andrew. Mister. I mouthed subtly.
Oh. he mouthed back. He smiled, genuinely, this time. "I'm Professor M." He said, looking mischevious. His sister beside him raised hereyebrows. "And this is my darling sister, Mrs. Bean."
Mrs. Bean? Hopefully he was joking.
Mrs. Bean socked the professor in the arm but shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, Princess."
"May I ask, Mrs. Bean, why you are dressed as such? And why are you not wearing your ring?" Andrew said, motioning towards her attire.
I rolled my eyes. "Now, now, Andrew. Let's not ridicule the girl. I think she looks nice."
Andrew sent me a dirty look, but I ignored it. "So, how do you know the Princess?"
The Mrs. and Professor shared sly looks. Mrs. Bean answered. "We went to High School together. Though, I doubt she'll remember us."
Strange sense of humor, this group. The tone she used, and the look she gave her brother indicated she was joking, but about what? And why?
Trying to understand people is so much work.
"What about you?" Mrs. Bean asked.
"I met Mia couple years back. Friends ever since. What do you guys do for a living?"
"I, Professor M," He said, pointedly. "Am a professor slash doctor slash secret agent. Bean here is a garbage man."
Andrew gave Mrs. Bean a look of pure disgust, obviously buying it. I giggled. "That sounds bomb, Bean."
Andrew shifted the disgust look onto me. "Princess!" He hissed.
"Oh. Um. How unfortunate for you, Mrs. Bean." I amended.
"It's no problem." She said offhandedly, glaring at her brother. "Hey professor slash doctor slash secret agent, tell them about the time when you went to your favorite strip club slash baby murdering center where you watched stripers murder babies and they all got that fast spreading, flesh eating disease except for you and you knew the cure but you did nothing." She said with a straight face.
Andrew looked appalled.
I couldn't stop laughing.
Professor M, though, was looking behind me, smirking and waving a bit.
A blood curdling scream pierced the air. Everyone in the room turned to the doorway to see Mia looking sort of paralyzed, her eyes wide and her mouth open in the classic 'duhhhhhhh.'
Frenchie ran over to his fiancé cooing her lightly. She closed her mouth and shook her head. She mouthed something I didn't catch. He did though. "Michael?!?" He yelled too loud.
"Michael!" Mrs. Bean hissed behind me.
I swerved around to see Mrs. Bean smacking the Professor on the back of the head.
My eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Michael?"
Professor M glared at me. "What?"
I turned back to Mia whipping her wet eyes and running from the doorway.
Jackpot.
Fate was definitely on my side. I smiled harder than normal. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go talk to the princess." I pointed towards Professor M - Michael, and it must be Lily next to him - menacingly. "You. Stay there. I have a plan."
I slipped off my heels leaving on the floor and ignoring Andrew's digestedness, running out the hall after The Evil One who just strolled into the hallway after Mia. "You're a genius!" I shouted to Clarisse in passing. I kept on running, and I could see the black suited back coming closer to me. "Yo, Frenchie!" I called after him. "I have to talk to you!"
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