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Mia's paternal grandmother, who is in New York giving Mia princess lessons, complicates matters for Mia by deciding to plan a wedding for Mia's mother, who only wants a small ceremony at city hall. Mia tries to convince her grandmother that her mother isn't interested in the large, celebrity-filled ceremony that she is planning, but her grandmother will not listen. Mia turns to her father to stop the wedding, but is worried that he is too afraid of his mother to go against her wishes.
At this same time, Mia learns that she has a secret admirer. Mia hopes the admirer is Michael Moscovitz, her best friend's brother whom she has had a crush on for years. The novel comes to a climax as Mia's mother and algebra teacher disappear the day of the wedding. It turns out that Mia's father helped them plan an escape and elopement in Cancun, a trip that the three of them kept secret to keep Mia out of trouble with her grandmother.
When Mia's grandmother flees to the privacy of her hotel suite to hide because Mia's mother does not show up at the wedding, it is Mia that convinces her to come back to the "wedding" reception.
She uses on her grandmother the same lessons that the older princess taught her granddaughter during princess lessons. She reminds her grandmother that a princess has to be strong and must not hide behind her wealth and privilege. During this same time period, Mia's English teacher has given her class an assignment of keeping a journal for class.
Josh Richter kissing me in front of the whole school while everyone looked at me. The time when I was seven and Grandmere forced me to attend a boring cocktail party she gave for all her friends, and I was so bored I picked up this little ivory coaster holder which was shaped like a rickshaw, and then I wheeled it around the coffee table, making noises like I was speaking Chinese, until all the coasters fell out the back of the rickshaw and rolled around on the floor very noisily, and everyone looked at me.
This is even more embarrassing when I think of it now, because imitating Chinese people is very politically incorrect. The time when I was ten and Grandmere took me and some of my cousins to the beach and I forgot my bikini top and Grandmere wouldn't let me go back to the chateau to get it, she said this was France for God's sake and I should just go topless like everybody else, and even though I didn't have anything more up there to show than I do now, I was mortified and wouldn't take my shirt off and everyone looked at me because they thought I had a rash or disfiguring birthmark or something.
The time when I was twelve and I got my first period, and I was at Grandmere's house and I had to tell her about it because I didn't have any pads or anything, and later that night as I walked in for dinner I overheard Grandmere telling all her friends about it, and then for the rest of the night all they did was make jokes about the wonder of womanhood. Now that I think about it, almost all of the most embarrassing moments of my life have something to do with Grandmere.
I wonder what Lilly's parents, who are both psychoanalysts, would have to say about this. Temperature Chart: PM Antibiotics are wonderful things. Thank you, Selman Waksman! Her Royal Highness Princess Mia in some circles. Age: Fourteen Sex: Haven't had it yet. Ha, ha, just kidding, Mrs. Ostensibly female, but lack of chest lends disturbing androgyny.
Description: Five foot nine Short mouse brown hair new blonde highlights Grey eyes The rest is not worth remarking.
It is probably better this way, since all they ever do is fight. Address: I have lived all of my life in New York City with my mother, except for summers, which I have traditionally spent with my father at his mother's chateau in France. My father's primary residence is Genovia, a small country in Europe located on the Mediterranean between the Italian and French border. For a long time, I was led to believe that my father was an important politician in Genovia, like the mayor, or something.
Nobody told me that he was actually a member of the Genovian royal family--that he was, in fact, the reigning monarch, Genovia being a principality.
I guess nobody ever would have told me, either, if my dad hadn't gotten testicular cancer and become sterile, making me, his illegitimate daughter, the only heir he'll ever have to his throne.
Ever since he finally let me in on this slightly important little secret a month ago Dad has been living at the Plaza Hotel here in New York, while his mother, my grandmere, the Dowager Princess, teaches me what I need to know in order to be his heir. For which I can only say: Thanks. Thanks a whole lot.
I am too weak from coughing to write more. It probably is consumption, after all. Wednesday, October 21 This morning my mom handed me a letter that she said had come in the mail yesterday, only she forgot to give it to me. This wasn't like the electricity or cable bills my mom usually forgets about after they have arrived. This was a personal letter to me. Still, since the address on the front of it was typed, I didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. I thought it was a letter from school, or something.
Except that there was no return address, and usually mail from Albert Einstein High School has Albert's thoughtful face in the left-hand corner, along with the school's address.
So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the letter and found not a flier asking me to show my school spirit by making Rice Krispy treats for a bake sale to raise money for the crew team, but the following I feel strange writing it.
And yet I am too shy to tell you face-to-face what I'm about to tell you now: And that's that I think you are the Josiest girl I've ever met. I know that after what happened Saturday night, you are probably feeling pretty down. But take my word for it, Josh Richter couldn't tell a real woman from one of those oars he and the rest of the screw team are always fondling. I just want to make sure you know that there's one person, anyway, who liked you before he ever knew you were a princess And will keep on liking you, no matter what.
Sincerely, A Friend Oh my God! I can't believe it!
I've never gotten a letter like this before. Who could it be from? I seriously can't figure it out. The letter is typed, like the address on the envelope. Not by a typewriter, either, but obviously on a computer. So even if I wanted to compare keystrokes, say, on a suspect's typewriter like Jan did on The Brady Bunch when she suspected Alice of sending her that locket I couldn't. You can't compare the type on laser printers, for God's sake. But who could have sent me such a thing?
Of course, I know who I want to have sent it. But is Michael Moscovitz really the type of guy who'd say I was the Josiest girl in school? I mean, Michael doesn't even watch the Cartoon Network, as far as I know. He never misses an episode of National Geographic Explorer, but I sincerely doubt he's ever seen Josie and the Pussycats. Plus I've never heard him call the crew team the screw team. Then again, maybe the writer meant Josie Bisset from Melrose Place. I do have short blonde hair like hers.
Only I am not divorced from a philanderer named Michael Oh my God! Josie Bisset's husband on Melrose was named Michael! Maybe it's a clue!
Except so far as I know, Michael's never watched an episode of Melrose Place, either. Maybe if the letter had said I think you are the Buffiest girl I've ever met But if it isn't from Michael, who could it be from?
I don't know that many boys, except for my dad and my bodyguard and Lilly's boyfriend Boris. Oh my God, if this is from my dad, I will kill him. I could just see him doing something like this to cheer me up. Yesterday he brought me a Beauty and the Beast activity book so I'd have something to do in bed all day. An activity book!
What does he think I am, ten? Although you have to give him props for the thought, I guess. Besides, the stickers look kind of cool on my Algebra book. This is all so exciting, I want to call someone and tell them. Only who?