Princess in the Spotlight Read online

Page 8


  “Pfuit,” Grandmère said. Pfuit is French for “No,” duh. “She will when she sees the luscious hors d’œuvres they’ll be serving at the reception. Tell her about them, Vigo.”

  Vigo said with relish: “Truffle-filled mushroom caps, asparagus tips wrapped in salmon slivers, pea pods stuffed with goat cheese, endive with crumbles of blue cheese inside each gently furled leaf. . . .”

  I said, “Uh, Grandmère? No, she won’t. Believe me.”

  Grandmère went, “Nonsense. Trust me, Mia, your mother is going to appreciate this someday. Vigo and I will make her wedding day an event she will never forget.”

  I had no doubt about that.

  I said, “Grandmère, Mom and Mr. G were really planning on something very casual and simple—”

  But then Grandmère threw me one of those looks of hers—they are really very scary—and said, in this deadly serious voice, “For three years, while your grandfather was off having the time of his life fighting the Germans, I held those Nazis—not to mention Mussolini—at bay. They lobbed mortars at the palace doors. They tried to drive tanks across my moat. And yet I persevered, through sheer willpower alone. Are you telling me, Amelia, that I cannot convince one pregnant woman to see things my way?”

  Well, I’m not saying my mom has anything in common with Mussolini or Nazis, but as far as putting up a resistance to Grandmère? I’d place my money on my mom over a fascist foreign dictator any day.

  I could see that reasoning wasn’t going to be effective in this particular case. So I went along with it, listening to Vigo gush over the menu he had picked out, the music he had selected for the ceremony and later, for the reception—even admiring the portfolio of the photographer he had chosen.

  It wasn’t until they actually showed me one of the invitations that I realized something.

  “The wedding’s this Friday?” I squeaked.

  “Yes,” Grandmère said.

  “That’s Halloween!” The same day as my mom’s courthouse wedding. Also, incidentally, the same night as Shameeka’s party.

  Grandmère looked bored. “What of it?”

  “Well, it’s just . . . you know. Halloween.”

  Vigo looked at my grandmother. “What is this Halloween?” he asked. Then I remembered they don’t go in for Halloween much in Genovia.

  “A pagan holiday,” Grandmère replied, with a shudder. “Children dress up in costumes and demand candy from strangers. Horrible American tradition.”

  “It’s in a week,” I pointed out.

  Grandmère raised her drawn-on eyebrows. “And so?”

  “Well, that’s so . . . you know. Soon. People—” like me “—might have other plans already.”

  “Not to be indelicate, Your Highness,” Vigo said. “But we do want to get the ceremony out of the way before your mother begins to . . . well, show.”

  Great. So even the royal Genovian event organizer knows my mother is expecting. Why doesn’t Grandmère just rent the Goodyear blimp and broadcast it all over the tristate area?

  Then Grandmère started telling me that, since we were on the topic of weddings and all, it might be a good opportunity for me to start learning what will be expected out of any future consorts I might have.

  Wait a minute. “Future what?”

  “Consorts,” Vigo said, excitedly. “The spouse of the reigning monarch. Prince Philip is Queen Elizabeth’s consort. Whomever you choose to marry, Your Highness, will be your consort.”

  I blinked at him. “I thought you were the royal Genovian event organizer,” I said.

  “Vigo not only serves as our event organizer, but also the royal protocol expert,” Grandmère explained.

  “Protocol? I thought that was something to do with the army. . . .”

  Grandmère rolled her eyes. “Protocol is the form of ceremony and etiquette observed by foreign dignitaries at state functions. In your case, Vigo can explain the expectations of your future consort. Just so there won’t be any unpleasant surprises later.”

  Then Grandmère made me get out a piece of paper and write down exactly what Vigo said, so that, she informed me, in four years, when I am in college, and I take it into my head to enter into a romantic liaison with someone completely inappropriate, I will know why she is so mad.

  College? Grandmère obviously does not know that I am being actively pursued by would-be consorts at this very moment.

  Of course, I don’t even know Jo-C-rox’s real name, but hey, it’s something, at least.

  Then I found out what, exactly, consorts have to do. And now I sort of doubt I’ll be French-kissing anyone soon. In fact, I can totally see why my mother didn’t want to marry my dad—that is, if he ever asked her.

  I have glued the piece of paper here:

  Expectations of any

  Royal Consort of the Princess of Genovia

  The consort will ask the princess’s permission before he leaves the room.

  The consort will wait for the princess to finish speaking before speaking himself.

  The consort will wait for the princess to lift her fork before lifting his own at mealtimes.

  The consort will not sit until the princess has been seated.

  The consort will rise the moment the princess rises.

  The consort will not engage in any sort of risk-taking behavior, such as racing—either car or boat—mountain-climbing, sky-diving, et cetera—until such time as an heir has been provided.

  The consort will give up his right, in the event of annulment or divorce, to custody of any children born during the marriage.

  The consort will give up the citizenship of his native country in favor of citizenship of Genovia.

  Okay. Seriously. What kind of dweeb am I going to end up with?

  Actually, I’ll be lucky if I can get anybody to marry me at all. What schmuck would want to marry a girl he can’t interrupt? Or can’t walk out on during an argument? Or has to give up citizenship of his own country for?

  I shudder to think of the total loser I will one day be forced to marry. I am already in mourning for the cool race car–driving, mountain-climbing, sky-diving guy I could have had, if it weren’t for this whole crummy princess thing.

  TOP FIVE WORST THINGS ABOUT BEING A PRINCESS

  1. Can’t marry Michael Moscovitz (he would never renounce his American citizenship in favor of Genovian).

  2. Can’t go anywhere without a bodyguard (I like Lars, but come on: Even the Pope gets to pray by himself sometimes).

  3. Must maintain neutral opinion on important topics such as the meat industry and smoking.

  4. Princess lessons with Grandmère.

  5. Still forced to learn Algebra even though there is no reason why I will ever have to use it in my future career as ruler of small European principality.

  Monday, October 27, Later

  I figured as soon as I got home, I would tell my mom that she and Mr. G need to elope, and right away. Grandmère had brought in a professional! I knew it would be a pain, what with Mom’s latest show opening being so soon and all, but it was either that, or a royal wedding the likes of which this city hasn’t seen since . . .

  Well, ever.

  But when I got home, my mom had her head in the toilet.

  It turns out her morning sickness has begun, and isn’t at all exclusive. She’ll throw up just about any time, not just in the a.m.

  She was so sick, I didn’t have the heart to make her feel worse by telling her what Grandmère had planned.

  “Be sure to put a video in,” my mom kept calling from the bathroom. I didn’t know what she was talking about, but Mr. G did.

  She meant to be sure to tape my interview. My interview with Beverly Bellerieve!

  I had completely forgotten about it, in light of what had happened at Grandmère’s. But my mom hadn’t.

  Since my mom was incapacitated, Mr. G and I settled in to watch my interview together—well, in between running into the bathroom to offer my mom seltzer and saltines.
r />   I figured I would tell Mr. G about Grandmère and the wedding at the first commercial break—but I sort of forgot, in the unbelievable horror of what followed.

  Beverly Bellerieve—undoubtedly in an effort to impress my father—actually did messenger over both a videotape and a written transcript of the interview. I will enclose parts of the written transcript here, so if I am ever asked to do another interview again, I can look at it and know exactly why I should never allow myself to appear on television ever again.

  TWENTYFOUR/SEVEN for Monday 27 October

  America’s Princess

  B. Bellerieve int. w/M. Renaldo

  Ext. Thompson Street, south of Houston (SoHo). World Trade in background.

  Beverly Bellerieve (BB):

  Imagine if you will, an ordinary teenage girl. Well, as ordinary as a teenage girl who lives in New York City’s Greenwich Village with her single mom, acclaimed painter Helen Thermopolis, can be.

  Mia’s life was filled with the normal things most teenagers’ lives are full of—homework, friends, and the occasional F in Algebra . . . until one day, it all changed.

  Int. penthouse suite, Plaza Hotel.

  BB: Mia—may I call you Mia? Or would you prefer that I call you Your Highness? Or Amelia?

  Mia Renaldo (MR):

  Um, no, you can call me Mia.

  BB: Mia. Tell us about that day. The day life as you know it changed completely.

  MR: Well, um, what happened was, my dad and I were here at the Plaza, you know, and I was drinking tea, and I got the hiccups, and everyone was looking at me, and my dad was, you know, trying to tell me I was the heir to the throne of Genovia, the country where he lives, and I was like, Look, I gotta go to the bathroom, and so I did, and I waited there until my hiccups stopped and then I came back to my chair and he told me that I was a princess and I completely flipped out and I ran to the zoo and I sat and looked at the penguins for a while and I totally couldn’t believe it because in the seventh grade they made us do fact sheets on all the countries in Europe, but I totally missed the part about my dad being prince of it. And all I could think was that I was going to die if people in school found out, because I didn’t want to end up being a freak like my friend Tina, who has to go around school with a bodyguard. But that’s exactly what happened. I am a freak, a huge freak.

  [This is the part where she tries to salvage the situation:]

  BB: Oh, Mia, I can’t believe that’s true. I’m sure you’re quite popular.

  MR: No, I’m not. I’m not popular at all. Only jocks are popular in my school. And cheerleaders. But I’m not popular. I mean, I don’t hang out with the popular people. I never get invited to parties, or anything. I mean, the cool parties, where there is beer and making out and stuff. I mean, I’m not a jock, or a cheerleader, or one of the smart kids—

  BB: Oh, but aren’t you one of the smart kids, though? I understand one of your classes is called Gifted and Talented.

  MR: Yes, but see, G and T is just like study hall. We don’t actually do anything in this class. Except goof around because the teacher is never there, she’s always in the teachers’ lounge across the hall so she has no idea what we’re doing. Which is goofing off.

  [Obviously still thinking she can make something out of this interview:]

  BB: But I don’t imagine you have much time for goofing off, do you, Mia? For instance, we are sitting here in the penthouse suite that belongs to your grandmother, the celebrated dowager princess of Genovia, who is, I understand, instructing you in royal decorum.

  MR: Oh, yes. She’s giving me princess lessons after school. Well, after my Algebra review sessions, which are after school.

  BB: Mia, didn’t you have some exciting news recently?

  MR: Oh. Yes. Well, I’m pretty excited. I’ve always wanted to be a big sister. But they don’t really want to make a big deal out of it, you know. It’s just going to be a very small ceremony at City Hall—

  There’s more. A lot more, actually. It’s too excruciating to go into. Basically, I just babbled like an idiot for about another ten minutes, while Beverly Bellerieve frantically attempted to steer me back toward something resembling the actual question she’d asked me.

  But it was completely beyond even her impressive journalistic abilities. I was gone. A combination of nerves and, I’m afraid to say, codeine cough syrup, put me over the edge.

  Ms. Bellerieve tried, though. I have to give her that. The interview ended with this:

  Ext. Thompson Street, SoHo.

  BB: She’s not a jock, nor is she a cheerleader. What Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo is, ladies and gentlemen, defies the societal stereotypes that exist in today’s modern educational institutions. She’s a princess. An American princess.

  Yet she faces the same problems and pressures that teenagers all over this country face every day . . . with a twist: One day, she’ll grow up to govern a nation.

  And come spring, she’ll be a big sister. Yes, TwentyFour/Seven has discovered that Helen Thermopolis and Mia’s Algebra teacher, Frank Gianini—who are unmarried—are expecting their first child in May. When we come back, an exclusive interview with Mia’s father, the prince of Genovia . . . next on TwentyFour/Seven.

  What it all boiled down to is that, basically, I’m moving to Genovia.

  My mom, who finally came out toward the end of the tape, and Mr. G tried to convince me that it wasn’t that bad.

  But it was. Oh, believe me, it was.

  And I knew I was in for it the minute the phone started ringing, right after the segment aired.

  “Oh God,” my mother said, suddenly remembering something. “Don’t pick it up! It’s my mother! Frank, I forgot to tell my mother about us!”

  Actually, I was kind of hoping it was Grandma Thermopolis. Grandma Thermopolis was infinitely preferable, in my opinion, to who it actually turned out to be: Lilly.

  And boy, was she mad.

  “What do you mean, calling us a bunch of freaks?” she screamed into the phone.

  I said, “Lilly, what are you talking about? I didn’t call you a freak.”

  “You basically informed the entire nation that the population of Albert Einstein High School is divided into various socioeconomic cliques, and that you and your friends are too uncool to be in any of them!”

  “Well,” I said. “We are.”

  “Speak for yourself! And what about G and T?”

  “What about G and T?”

  “You just told the entire country that we sit in there and goof off because Mrs. Hill is always in the teachers’ lounge! What are you, stupid? You’ve probably gotten her into trouble!”

  I felt something inside of me clench, as if someone was squeezing my intestines very, very tightly.

  “Oh, no,” I breathed. “Do you really think so?”

  Lilly just let out a frustrated scream, then snarled, “My parents say to tell your mother mazel tov.”

  Then she slammed the phone down.

  I felt worse than ever. Poor Mrs. Hill!

  Then the phone rang again. It was Shameeka.

  “Mia,” she said. “Remember how I invited you to my Halloween party this Friday?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Well, my dad won’t let me have it now.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because thanks to you he is under the impression that Albert Einstein High School is filled with sex addicts and alcoholics.”

  “But I didn’t say that!” Not in those exact words, anyway.

  “Well, that’s what he heard. He is currently in the next room surfing the Internet for a girls’ school in New Hampshire he can send me to next semester. And he says he’s not letting me go out with a boy again until I’m thirty.”

  “Oh, Shameeka,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”

  Shameeka didn’t say anything. In fact, she had to hang up, because she was sobbing too hard to speak.

  The phone rang again. I didn’t want to answer it, but I had no choic
e: Mr. Gianini was holding my mom’s hair back while she threw up some more.

  “Hello?”

  It was Tina Hakim Baba.

  “Oh, my gosh!” she shouted.

  “I’m sorry, Tina,” I said, figuring I better just start apologizing to every single person who called, right off the bat.

  “Sorry? What are you sorry for?” Tina was practically hyperventilating. “You said my name on TV!”

  “Um . . . I know.” I had also called her a freak.

  “I can’t believe it!” Tina yelled. “That was so cool!”

  “You aren’t . . . you aren’t mad at me?”

  “Why should I be mad at you? This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve never had my name said on television before!”

  I was filled with love and appreciation for Tina Hakim Baba.

  “Um,” I asked, carefully, “did your parents see it?”

  “Yes! They’re excited, too. My mom said to tell you that the blue eyeshadow was a stroke of genius. Not too much, just enough to catch the light. She was very impressed. Also she said to tell your mother she has some excellent stretch mark cream that she got in Sweden. You know, for when she starts getting big. I’ll bring it to school tomorrow, and you can give it to your mother.”

  “What about your dad?” I asked, carefully. “He’s not planning on sending you to girls’ school or anything?”

  “What are you talking about? He’s delighted that you mentioned my bodyguard. Now he thinks anyone who’d had plans to kidnap me will definitely think twice. Oops, there’s another call. It’s probably my grandmother in Dubai. They have a satellite dish. I’m sure she heard you mention me! ’Bye!”

  Tina hung up. Great. Even people in Dubai saw my interview. I don’t even know where Dubai is.

  The phone rang again. It was Grandmère.

  “Well,” she said. “That was just terrible, wasn’t it?”

 

    Bridal Boot Camp Read onlineBridal Boot CampParty Princess Read onlineParty PrincessPrincess in Waiting Read onlinePrincess in WaitingBeing Nikki Read onlineBeing NikkiAbandon Read onlineAbandonPrincess on the Brink Read onlinePrincess on the BrinkDarkest Hour Read onlineDarkest HourReunion Read onlineReunionPrincess in Pink Read onlinePrincess in PinkSweet Sixteen Princess Read onlineSweet Sixteen PrincessThe Princess Diaries Read onlineThe Princess DiariesAirhead Read onlineAirheadPrincess in the Spotlight Read onlinePrincess in the SpotlightNo Judgments Read onlineNo JudgmentsAll-American Girl Read onlineAll-American GirlPrincess in Love Read onlinePrincess in LoveForever Princess Read onlineForever PrincessHaunted Read onlineHauntedShadowland Read onlineShadowlandTwilight Read onlineTwilightPrincess Mia Read onlinePrincess MiaProposal Read onlineProposalRemembrance Read onlineRemembranceRansom My Heart Read onlineRansom My HeartUnderworld Read onlineUnderworldShadowland tm-1 Read onlineShadowland tm-1Size 14 Is Not Fat Either Read onlineSize 14 Is Not Fat EitherDarkest Hour tm-4 Read onlineDarkest Hour tm-4Airhead a-1 Read onlineAirhead a-1Royal Crush Read onlineRoyal CrushThe Princess Present (princess diaries) Read onlineThe Princess Present (princess diaries)Royal Crown Read onlineRoyal CrownRoyal Wedding: A Princess Diaries Novel (The Princess Diaries Book 11) Read onlineRoyal Wedding: A Princess Diaries Novel (The Princess Diaries Book 11)Princess Diaries, Vol. X: Forever Princess Read onlinePrincess Diaries, Vol. X: Forever PrincessRoyal Wedding Disaster Read onlineRoyal Wedding DisasterAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake Out Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake OutSize 12 Is Not Fat hwm-1 Read onlineSize 12 Is Not Fat hwm-1Princess on the Brink pd-8 Read onlinePrincess on the Brink pd-8The New Girl Read onlineThe New GirlAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Moving Day Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Moving DayCode Name Cassandra Read onlineCode Name CassandraMia Goes Fourth pd-4 Read onlineMia Goes Fourth pd-4Sanctuary 1-4 Read onlineSanctuary 1-4Missing You 1-5 Read onlineMissing You 1-5The Mediator 6: Twilight Read onlineThe Mediator 6: TwilightAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Best Friends and Drama Queens Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Best Friends and Drama QueensThe Boy Next Door Read onlineThe Boy Next DoorEvery Boy's Got One Read onlineEvery Boy's Got OnePrincess Mia pd-9 Read onlinePrincess Mia pd-9Haunted tm-5 Read onlineHaunted tm-5Overbite Read onlineOverbitePrincess Lessons Read onlinePrincess LessonsShe Went All the Way Read onlineShe Went All the WayGive Me Five pd-5 Read onlineGive Me Five pd-5Twilight tm-6 Read onlineTwilight tm-6Jinx Read onlineJinxRunaway (Airhead #3) Read onlineRunaway (Airhead #3)Queen of Babble Gets Hitched qob-3 Read onlineQueen of Babble Gets Hitched qob-3Forever Princess pd-10 Read onlineForever Princess pd-10Queen of Babble Read onlineQueen of BabbleBoy Meets Girl b-3 Read onlineBoy Meets Girl b-3Pants on Fire Read onlinePants on FireBig Boned ху-3 Read onlineBig Boned ху-3Princess' Diaries pd-1 Read onlinePrincess' Diaries pd-1Size 14 Is Not Fat Either hwm-2 Read onlineSize 14 Is Not Fat Either hwm-2Awaken a-3 Read onlineAwaken a-3Queen Of Babble: In The Big City qob-2 Read onlineQueen Of Babble: In The Big City qob-2Nicola and the Viscount Read onlineNicola and the ViscountAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Stage Fright Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Stage FrightSize 12 and Ready to Rock Read onlineSize 12 and Ready to RockPerfect Princess Read onlinePerfect PrincessThe Bride Wore Size 12 Read onlineThe Bride Wore Size 121-800-Where-R-You: Missing You Read online1-800-Where-R-You: Missing YouHow to Be Popular Read onlineHow to Be PopularQueen of Babble Bundle with Bonus Material Read onlineQueen of Babble Bundle with Bonus MaterialAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Blast from the Past Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Blast from the PastPrincess in the Spotlight pd-2 Read onlinePrincess in the Spotlight pd-2Ready or Not Read onlineReady or NotThe Princess Diaries I Read onlineThe Princess Diaries IParty Princess pd-7 Read onlineParty Princess pd-7Third Time Lucky pd-3 Read onlineThird Time Lucky pd-3Stage Fright Read onlineStage FrightFrom the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess Read onlineFrom the Notebooks of a Middle School PrincessNotebooks of a Middle-School Princess Bridesmaid-in-Training Read onlineNotebooks of a Middle-School Princess Bridesmaid-in-TrainingBoy Meets Girl Read onlineBoy Meets GirlMissing You Read onlineMissing YouThe Twilight Read onlineThe TwilightSize 12 Is Not Fat Read onlineSize 12 Is Not FatCode Name Cassandra 1-2 Read onlineCode Name Cassandra 1-2Valentine Princess Read onlineValentine PrincessProject Princess Read onlineProject PrincessReunion tm-3 Read onlineReunion tm-3Remembrance: A Mediator Novel Read onlineRemembrance: A Mediator NovelWhen Lightning Strikes 1-1 Read onlineWhen Lightning Strikes 1-1Safe House 1-3 Read onlineSafe House 1-3Teen Idol Read onlineTeen IdolQueen of Babble Gets Hitched Read onlineQueen of Babble Gets HitchedGlitter Girls and the Great Fake Out Read onlineGlitter Girls and the Great Fake OutMoving Day Read onlineMoving DayInsatiable Read onlineInsatiableAll American Girl Read onlineAll American GirlThe Boy Is Back + Every Boy's Got One Bundle Read onlineThe Boy Is Back + Every Boy's Got One BundleBig Boned Read onlineBig BonedAwaken Read onlineAwakenPrincess in Training pd-6 Read onlinePrincess in Training pd-6