A FairyTale Chapter 12: Wedding, a princess diaries fanfic

The wedding at last! Had some fun and no sleep writing this chapter. Got to get some sleep…

1st November, 3 p.m, Grandmere's suite, the Plaza.

When I woke today, I had the strangest feeling. It was as if I was sleeping for the last time or something. Then I remembered.

I AM GETTING MARRIED TODAY TO THE MAN OF MY DREAMS!

Today is the last morning I am waking up as Mia ; I am going to wake up as Mia Michael's bed.

That was an energizing thought.

I quickly got out of bed and had a long shower. I had to look my best when I am getting married and smelling good definitely comes under that category.

Just as I wearing a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, Lana and Trisha.

"What the-"I was too shocked to say anything.

"Close your mouth Mia."Said Lana. "We are here to help you out"

"Help me out with what?" I asked, confused.

"Are you packed for your honeymoon?"

Shit.

It was after yesterday's slide showing our pictures, that dad and mom announced their wedding gift for me and Michael. Our honeymoon is going to be in Greece.

Greece! The place where Michael wanted to visit the most.

I had been dreading that Grandmere would make us go to Genovia for the honeymoon and make us stay in the castle.

So for the next two hours, we spend packing my bags. Someone is supposed to pick the up later, as we are leaving for our honeymoon directly after the reception.

Lana and Trisha threw away a lot of my old clothes. She just packed most of the clothes that we bought the other day.

So after packing, they went home in the limo, which had come to pick me up to take me to the Plaza for my makeup.

I would have gladly made Tina do my makeup. But when I reached the Plaza, I saw Paolo and three of his assistants.

Seriously.

I always went to Chez Paolo for all the functions. But it turns out that on Grandmere's special request, he had appeared the Plaza to make me look like a bride.

NOW, as I am writing this, an assistant of his applying some creams on my leg. Don't ask me what.

1st November, 4.30 p.m, in the limo.

We are halfway through to the chapel now. And before I start to freak out I have to write this-

Okay, I am beginning to freak out.

So after doing all that make up and styling up my hair to look exactly as if I am like Juno or something (Greek god Zeus's wife Juno,not Ellen Page from the movie Juno).Now my hair is curled, the whole way.

Then Paolo's assistants helped me get into my gown, which they complimented to be 'smashing'. Then Paolo put a veil and tiara on my head.

And you know what? I actually looked and felt like a princess!

Seriously.

And that was when mom, dad, Frank and Grandmere walked in.

Mom was wearing this very pretty pale pink, which suited her very well. Frank was wearing a tux. So was dad (No surprise there. He is never seen without his Armani tux, unless he is playing softball with the Prime Minister of France, when he wears khaki shorts)

And mom got all teary eyed and hugged me so tight that I was not able to breath. Even Grandmere had tears. I guess she is saddened by the fact that I am not going to be there any longer for her to torture.

And then mom was saying.

"Mia, we wanted it to be in the traditional way. You know, something old, something new, something blue and something borrowed."

"Don't worry about that , Tina lend me a charm so that makes a borrowed item. The dress is new, so that makes the new thing. The ribbons of my bouquet are blue. The only thing missing is something old."

That was when Grandmere opened a small box that she held. I had not noticed it earlier.

When she opened it, it held this most cute and wonderful looking bracelet. It was made of small diamonds.

She clasped it around my wrist, on the long white glove and said.

"Amelia, this bracelet had belonged to Princess Rosagunde, your ancestor. It is the tradition to pass this bracelet on to a princess of the royal house of Renaldo, when she gets married."

I was almost too shocked to respond to this. I did what I first thought of.

I hugged her. She looked surprised.

"Thanks Grandmere."

"Well, you are supposed to pass it on, when your daughter get married."

Sure, I will keep that in mind. If we have a daughter.

I mean, I am sure Grandmere is going to torture her just like she did to me.

But whatever.

So after some more tearing up from mom, I am finally in the limo.

I don't know why these guys won't hurry up.

1st November, 8 p.m, The Plaza.

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

I am so excited that I can hardly write

, after 7 years of romance, I am finally Michael's.

That's right.

I am not Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Grimaldi Renaldo anymore. I am Amelia Moscovitz.

So, when we reached the chapel. I was supposed to wait in the limo until it was time.

And after what seemed like a long time, dad came and opened the door for me.

I got out and walked to the entrance of the chapel. I saw that the bridal procession was already in motion. So after little Andrew, Michelle, Tina and Lilly walked down the aisle, the music began.

Dad held out his hands and I grasped , we walked down the aisle.

Everyone stood up.

I saw Michael's mouth open slightly, as he stared at me. Boris and Kenny were standing beside him.

I also saw mom's tear streaked face, Rocky's bright face and Frank's happy face. Lilly gave me a thumbs up from her place.

And then I reached him and the music stopped.

The Archbishop of New York state is going to perform our ceremony.

"Before we begin, who gives this woman away?" he asked.

"I do." said my lifted the veil over my head and kissed me on the winked at Michael and stepped back.

Me and Michael turned to look at the archbishop.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this joyous day to celebrate the matrimony of Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Grimaldi Renaldo-"heavens forbid he should just say Mia."-and Michael Dominic Moscovitz."

NOW, is there anyone in his room who should have a reason so as these two young people should not be married? Let him speak now, or forever hold his peace."

I searched the crowd anxiously, but to my relief, no one had any problem with us getting married.

As if satisfied, the archbishop continued.

""Marriage is the supreme sharing of experience and an adventure in the most intimate of human relationships. It is the joyous uniting of a couple whose comradeship and mutual understanding have flowered into ,Amelia and Michael proclaim their love to the world and we who are gathered here rejoice with them and for them in the new life they now undertake together."

"Marriage is the promise of hope between two people who love each other sincerely, who honor each other as individuals, and who wish to unite their lives and share the future together. In this ceremony, they dedicate themselves to the happiness and well-being of each other, in a union of mutual caring and responsibility. We rejoice with them that out of the entire world they have found each other; and that they will henceforth find the deeper meaning and richness of human life in sharing it with each other."

He took turns in looking us both and then continued.

"Your marriage requires 'love.' When we love, we see things other people do not see. To see with loving eyes is to know inner beauty and to be loved is to be seen and known as we are known to no other. When you give yourself, heart and mind, into the hands of the one you love, you receive that most precious of gifts - the life and love of another. We are loved when another human being wants us, wishes to share their life with us, accept us, without qualification or reservation, not as perfect, but as human, with strengths and weaknesses.

"Love endures only when the lovers love many things together and not merely each other. When they share the same values, hold the same interests. You will need to be able to trust one another and learn, as well, to depend on one another. Do not forget the love that you share today, try to continue to show your appreciation and admiration on a daily basis throughout the rest of your lives."

I just wish he would be done with this.

And finally, he got to the part I was waiting for.

The archbishop looked around for the ring. Boris noticed what he was looking for, because he pushed Andrew and little forward.

"Michael Dominic Moscovitz, do you take Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Grimaldi Renaldo to be your lawfully wedded wife."

"I do." he said triumphantly.

Then the archbishop turned to me.

"Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Grimaldi Renaldo, do you take Michael Dominic Moscovitz to be your lawfully wedded husband."

"I do."

He picked up a ring from the little cushion in Andrew's hand and said.

"Michael and Amelia will now present to each other a symbol of their commitment."

"Michael, place this ring on her hand and repeat after me."

Michael slipped the ring onto my finger and then the archbishop said.

"I, Michael Dominic Moscovitz."

"Take you, Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Grimaldi Renaldo.

"To be my lawfully wedded wife."

"Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we shall both live."

"Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live."

"I take you with all your faults and strengths."

"As I offer myself to you, with my faults and my strengths."

"I will help you when you need help."

"And will turn to you when I need help."

"I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life."

"Now Amelia, place this ring on Michael's hand and repeat after me."

I slipped the ring to his hand and repeated what he said.

"I, Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Grimaldi Renaldo."

"Take you, Michael Dominic Moscovitz."

"As my lawfully wedded husband."

"Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we shall both live."

"Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live."

"I take you with all your faults and strengths."

"As I offer myself to you, with my faults and my strengths."

"I will help you when you need help."

"And will turn to you when I need help."

"I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life."

"And now." The archbishop said. "By the power vested upon me, by the creator of the Universe and the State of New York, I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

The place shook with applauses as Michael cupped my face in his arms and kissed me.

When we broke away, he grabbed my hands and we walked towards the front door.

The first time as Mr. and Mrs. Michael Moscovitz.

Yes, I am done with the wedding. But I still don't how much justice I had done to Mia and Michael. Just one more chapter before the story ends. Please review.