10 am, Monday, the Plaza
I walked into the Plaza to find Grand mere giving instructions in rapid was writing so fast that the notes appeared blurred. People were running around, holding cell phones to their noticed me and said.
"Come here Amelia, tell me what colour of roses you prefer for the wedding. Pink or Red?"
I stared around and said.
"Grand mere, I don't need a lavish wedding. What me and Michael wants is a peaceful and quiet wedding, with just our friends and family."
Grand mere waved her hands impatiently and said.
"Nonsense Amelia. You are the Princess of Genovia for heavens sake. Our country' name must be held , what about the gifts for the guests?"
I knew I was dismissed. When Grand mere made up her mind, no one could defy her.
So that means I will have to warn Michael.
12 p m, Moscovitz's apartment.
"You know Michael; she has taken this wedding stuff pretty seriously. She say's she has to uphold Genovia's pride or something."
Michael was laughing. He can laugh. It is not his grandmother. Why couldn't Grand mere be like normal American grandmothers? Or rather, at least like a Genovian all the grandmothers like this in Genovia? Oh brother...Do not answer that.
1 p m, Tuesday, The Plaza.
I am fuming right now. Why? All because of a fucking newspaper , l opened the newspaper and on the front page, I see a couple pictures of myself with Michael. We were walking together in the park; He was whispering in my ear, I was kissing his cheek. And its headline was.
The Royal Engagement
The fans of America's only princess, Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldi, or rather Princess Mia can be happy. Because the next ruler of the Principality of Genovia is getting married to her high school sweetheart. The engagement, which was confirmed by the Genovian authority yesterday, was highly secretive. Princess Mia, who is currently a student at Columbia University is getting married to her high school sweetheart and her best friend's brother, Michael is the famous inventor of the robotic arm used for the heart surgery."
I threw the paper down in rage. I immediately called Michael and told him about the article. He calmed me down. Good thing too, I was too mad. I mean, come on, who would care if a 5 feet 9 flat footed freak got married or not? Why is everyone invading my privacy? I just don't want this , why? I wanted a quiet wedding, not a posh one. I wanted to cry. And that was exactly what I did. I was crying like hell for what seemed like hours. I just wished I had Michael with me. Just then, like magic, Michael walked into my room.
"Michael." I cried and ran over to him. I hugged him hard, causing him to fall back onto my , I am too enthusiastic.
Even though I was on top of him, he did not seem to mind. He rubbed my back smoothly and said.
"Calm down 's all right."
After a few minutes, I was calm again and I finally realized two things.
1. I was on top of Michael.
2. My mom was standing near the door of my room, taking in the scene
I blushed and immediately got up from the top of Michael.
"Hi mom." I said, smiling
She smiled at me and said.
"Your father called. He wants to see you both at the Plaza tonight."
"Okay."
She turned to go but she stopped again and called.
"And Mia?"
"Yes mom."
"Please make sure that you close the door before you 'do' anythink,okay?"
I looked down, she just smiled and walked away.
"Well." said Michael." Time to meet my future father-in-law..."
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