6 p.m, 22nd October, Michael's apartment.
Gosh, I am so tired; I could just go to bed. I don't want to do anything else.
I guess shopping for wedding dress can be pretty exhausting.
Oh, Michael just came in.
11.30 am, 23rd October, The Plaza.
I can't believe Grandmere! She must be insane.
She is actually inviting Hugh Grant, David Becham and Tom Cruise for my wedding.
I walked in with my list of names for the guests. Last night, I thought, well, as Grandmere did not seem interested in inviting my friends and family, I thought it would be better if I made the list.
Here is how the list goes.
Mr. & Mrs. Gianni
Mr. & Mrs. Hakim Baba
Lana Weinberger and family.
Trisha Hayes and family.
Boris Pelkowski
Kenneth Showalter
Shameeka Taylor
Ling Su Wong
Violet Hunter
Rebecca Madison
Alison Finnigan
Melissa Johnson
Luke Butler
Brad Jones.
Mamaw
Papaw
Hank Thermopolis
Grandmere took a look at it and crumpled it. Then she showed me another list.
Tom Cruise
Hugh Grant
Martha Stewart
John Tesh
Joshua Bell
Jennifer Lopez
Johnny Depp
Daniel Radcliffe
Rupert Grint
Emma Watson
Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret
Princesses Caroline and Stephanie of Monaco
Queen Grace Kelly of Monaco
The list did not end with this. It was so long that I thought it would take a couple of days to finish it.
Anyway, when I saw this list, I turned to Grandmere, horrified.
"Grandmere, what the hell is this?" I asked
"Language, Amelia."she said, giving me a dirty look. "Of course, the wedding of the Princess of Genovia should be attended by all the dignitaries of the world."
"Grandmere, I told you earlier. I don't know any of them."
Grandmere waved an impatient hand at me and said Pfuit.
It seems as if it was his favorite word or something.
Okay. She wants war, isn't she? Well, she'll get one…
Sorry it's short. But I ran out of ideas. I will update as soon as I can.