A/N I do not own anyone in this story. Not even Joshua. In case you couldn’t tell, this is not my promised sequel. I got inspired to write a whole new story when I was half way through with the sequel. I hope you guys enjoy it.!

MIA:
“Princess, if you’ll sign right here...” my assistant, Javier asked as he handed me a stack of papers.
“What am I signing?” I asked.
“The one on the top is a contract for that modeling show you promised you would do for Joseph de Chastise. The next one is a contract for the PETA advertisement you said you wanted to do.”
“And the third?” I asked, after I signed the others.
“That is...” he said, glancing at it. “Oh right, that is your agreement to appear on your friend’s show. You have a VERY busy month coming up.”
“And what about my fiancee?” I asked.
“The wedding is still scheduled for January 8, nothing changed there,” Javier said with a smile.
I knew when it was, after all, it WAS my wedding day. But you never know if something suddenly can be pushed up, like my wedding. It was the only thing I wouldn’t mind having pushed up.
As if on cue my fiancée, Joshua walked into the room. “Hello, darling,” he said as he kissed the top of my head. “Busy day ahead for us?”
I nodded with a big smile. “Breakfast?”
“Of course darling girl,” he said with a wide smile. Javier walked out of the room just as our breakfasts were brought into the room.
I met Joshua during my ‘gap year’ after high school. I was volunteering for Green Peace and he was as well. I immediately had a crush on him. Who wouldn’t get a crush on a boy with dirty blonde, wavy hair. Crystal blue eyes that seemed to go right through you. However, we had started out as friends until my junior year of college when we both realized how crazy we were for one another. He was in law school in England for a period of time after we fell in love, but eventually decided that it wasn’t for him. He started working in the palace so he would have an excuse to see me everyday.
That was three years ago though. In that time we have fallen completely in love and realized that we are soul mates. I cannot imagine life without him; I don’t want to imagine life without him. He’s the only person who can make my knees go completely weak with only a whisper.
The men that Grandmere wanted me to date were terrible. They always went for photo ops, and never were very romantic or considered what I would have wanted to do on the dates. I would always return to my room where Joshua would be waiting for me with my favorite movies and some ice cream. He never treated me any differently than he would another girl. Well, he did in the sense that I am not just any other girl, I am the girl he wants to be with. The girl that he has fallen in love with. I am the luckiest girl.
“Darling, what are you doing today?” he asked as he stabbed away at a strawberry. Grandmere told him that if he were to live in the palace he was to take Prince lessons. One of those lessons was that it is impolite to eat with your hands, even if the type of food calls for it.
“I’m playing tennis at noon with Theodora Grimaldi. Then I have a meeting at three. Oh, and I am meeting with Sebastino about my dress at four thirty.”
“Busy girl! I have to see a man about a horse,” he said simply.
I laughed, “Oh really?”
“Yup. And my parents are coming into town, remember darling?”
“Oh right!” I said, hitting my forehead. I had forgotten they were coming. How in the world could I forget that! “I’ll have their suite prepared for their arrival.”
“Well, actually darling, I was thinking they could stay at my old apartment.”
“I don’t know Joshua. I think it’d be nicer here. That way Grandmere could meet them-“
“That is what I am trying to avoid!” he said with a laugh. “I thank you for your hospitality, but it isn’t necessary. And you know how Mother is.”
I rolled my eyes, “Have it your way. Are we eating dinner with them tonight?”
“Yes. I haven’t seen them in ages, I feel terrible about it. At least once I see Mother again I will understand why I don’t see her as often as I used to.”
“Don’t be feeling bad about it, dear. You are a wonderful son! I mean, look at your brother, Jonas. He disappears for months at a time! You, on the other hand, are very dutiful. You are the son who works with charities-“
“Luckily I found a girl who will be my sugar momma and support my causes,” he teased. It sounded silly for him to say ‘sugar momma’ with his British accent.
I rolled my eyes. At first he had been uncomfortable with my being a princess, in fact that was one of the reasons he hadn’t allowed himself to fall in love with me. He wanted to support himself, but I won him over with my famous style and grace (HA!). Actually, I have no idea how I won him over.
“Oh, I forgot! I need your final approval for the invitations. I need to send them out to the printers by Monday!”
“Mia, you and I both know that I have NO interest in this, right? I mean, I’d be happy on a beach, with you in a sundress. Just you, me and the priest. There, that’s what I call a perfect wedding. Oh, and then I would ravish you on that very same beach that night, minus the priest being there.”
I laughed at his humor. Who says the British can’t make jokes?
“Joshua, you know I want to give you the perfect wedding, but I can’t ignore tradition. Besides, I need to have a beautiful gown! But the whole ravishing me at the beach part I liked,” I joked.
He stood up, “Whatever makes you happy baby,” he said kissing my forehead. “I’m going to go for a run. I’ll see you at dinner?”
“Of course.” MICHAEL:
I signed on the dotted line. I was now part of the Reffin Records family, well, me and my band, Bueller (anyone see the Rooney reference?). We had been together since college. Me and the guys, Tony, Larry, Nolan, and Reggie became tight and no one could break us apart. Sure, girlfriends had tried to, but were very unsuccessful.
Tony was dating my little sister, Lilly. At first I was grossed out, but neither one of them are over affectionate in public, thankfully. I hated public displays of affection.
“Lilly has this friend she wants you to meet,” Tony said after we left the Reffin Building.
“No,” I replied simply.
“Michael, Vicky left almost four years ago. Isn’t it about time you get back into the dating scene?
“You don’t just get over the love of your life leaving you like she did.”
“Time to get over it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Michael, a lot of people lose their girlfriends or boyfriends to richer and more powerful guys. Move on.”
I had never admitted it to anyone, never. There was another reason I didn’t date much. In one word...
Mia.
I guess Lilly had known about my crush on her friend Mia, but she never said a word to me about it. Back when I was a senior in high school I had basically declared my love for the girl in a computer program and she ran away crying. We never talked about it afterwards. One of my greatest regrets. That is why I didn’t date really. I was not only still in love with Vicky, but with Mia as well.
“Okay, tonight we are meeting Lilly and her friend Shameeka-“
“Shit, that girl? No.”
“What do you mean? She’s hot. A model even.”
“I know her. I refuse to date any of Lilly’s high school friends.”
“Fine. Stay home and mope. Honestly Michael, you are twenty seven years old, when was the last time you were laid?”
I shrugged. “I’m not into the whole dating scene.”
“So just screw the girls! Who gives a fck about dating them?”
“I’m glad you, my sister’s boyfriend are telling me this.”
“No, I mean. Okay, so I’m not saying that I’ve been using Lilly. What I AM saying is that you need to pop your fucking cherry.”
“I have no cherry.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, well deal with it. I do,” I said as I rushed into a subway station.

I take sex seriously. I had started dating Vicky freshman year of college. We slept together for the first time after five months. I had thought she’d gotten me over Mia. I thought I was going to marry her. I was terribly wrong. She dumped me right after we graduated. She met this singer during spring break and ended up becoming his groupie. That’s a good use of a Columbia diploma, huh?

“Michael, I need help,” Lilly yelled in my answering machine the next morning. I refused to answer the phone before noon on a Sunday morning. If it was important the person would call back.
“I have to fly over to Genovia to see Mia. I know, touchy subject with you, but still. She’s helping me out soooo much by refusing any other interviews regarding her wedding. She told my boss that the only person she felt comfortable speaking to was me, can you believe it? My boss had the paperwork filled out before I even knew about it! I’m going to be on network TV! Well, sure it’s about a silly wedding but who cares? I get to see my best friend in the whole world and get to be on television. So anyways, I need your help telling Tony. I’m going to be gone for awhile because she wants me to visit with her. My boss thought it’d be great for me to do it too. So please he-“she was cut off.
Mia. Mia getting married in six months. That’s all I really cared about.
“I am pathetic!” I said with a laugh. I mean, I am twenty seven years old and have only slept with two woman in my entire life.
I need to start dating again. Or dating period.