Meg Cabot Royal Wedding <8K 2024>

“It’s Genovian,” I said. “It’s expensive.”

But I’d forgotten one tiny, Genovian-sized detail.

“Wonderful!” Grandmère clapped. “We’ll seat him next to the Duchess of Vonn. She’s deaf. He can talk about tractors all night.” meg cabot royal wedding

“Not your father, child. His father.”

The day of the wedding dawned sunny and warm. I wore my great-grandmother’s beige dress after all (Grandmère sulked in the front row). Fat Louie, surprisingly, did not flee or attack anyone; he walked down the aisle with the dignity of a small, furry king. Michael’s dad showed up in a brand-new suit (he’d bought it specially, and he only cried twice). “It’s Genovian,” I said

I am not just Mia Thermopolis. I am Her Royal Highness, Princess of Genovia. And royal weddings are not weddings . They are state functions with better catering.

And just like that, I stopped worrying.

“How about ‘Your Royal Highness, the Bride-to-Be, Who Is Currently Hyperventilating’?”