Princess in Pink

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Authors: Meg Cabot
Tags: Chick lit, Humorous stories, Romance, Juvenile Fiction, Young Adult, Love & Romance, Royalty
since we are both somewhat shy people, I think, and we have the cover of darkness to hide our burning cheeks — Michael's facial hair has gotten a bit on the sandpapery side. In fact, I can t help thinking that it would be much nicer to kiss
    Michael in the morning, when his face is all smooth, than at night, when it is all scratchy. Especially his neck. Not that I have ever thought about kissing my boyfriend's neck. I mean, that would just be weird.
    Although as far as boys' necks go, Michael has a very nice one. Sometimes on the rare occasions when we are actually alone long enough to start making out, I put my nose next to Michael's neck and just inhale. I know it sounds strange, but Michael's neck smells really, really nice, like soap. Soap and something else. Something that makes me feel like nothing bad could ever happen to me, not when I am in Michael's arms, smelling his neck.
    IF ONLY HE WOULD ASK ME TO THE PROM!!!!!!!!! Then I could spend a whole NIGHT smelling his neck, only it would look like we were dancing, so no one, not even Michael, would know.
    Wait a minute. What was I saying before I got distracted by the smell of my boyfriend's neck?
    Oh yes. Grandmere. Grandmere and Jangbu.
    Anyway, none of the newspaper articles about what happened last night mention the part about Rommel. Not one. There is
    not even a hint of a suggestion that the whole thing might possibly have been Grandmere's own fault. Oh no! Not at all!
    But Lilly knows about it, on account of Michael having told her. And she had a lot to say about it.
    'What we'll do,' she said, 'is we'll start making signs in Gifted and Talented class, and then we'll go over after school.'
    'Go over where?' I wanted to know. I was still busy staring at Michael's smooth neck.
    'To Les Hautes Manger,' Lilly said. 'To start the protest.'
    'What protest?' All I seemed to be able to think about was whether my neck smells as good to Michael as his does to me. To tell the truth, I cannot even remember a time when Michael might have smelt my neck. Since he is taller than me, it is very easy for me to put my nose up to his neck and smell it. But for him to smell mine, he would have to lean down, which might look a bit weird, and could conceivably cause whiplash.
    'The protest against their unfair dismissal of Jangbu Pinasa!' Lilly shouted.
    Great. So now I know what I am doing after school. Like I don't have enough problems, what with:
    a) My princess lessons with Grandmere.
    b) Homework.
    c) Worrying about the party Mom is having for me Saturday night and the fact that probably no one will show up and even if they do it is entirely possible that my mom and Mr G might do something to embarrass me in front of them, such as complain about their bodily functions or possibly start playing the drums.
    d) Next week's menu for The Atom being due.
    e) The fact that my father expects me to spend sixty-two days with him in Genovia this summer.
    f) My boyfriend still not having asked me to the prom.
    Oh no, let me just FORGET ALL ABOUT all of THAT stuff and worry about Jangbu.
    I mean, don't get me wrong, I am totally worried about him, but hello, I have my own problems, too. Like the fact that Mr.G just passed back the quizzes from Monday, and mine has a big red C minus on it and a note: SEE ME.
    Urn, hello, Mr. G, like I didn't just see you AT BREAKFAST. You couldn't have mentioned this THEN?
    Oh my God, Lana just turned around and slapped a copy of New York Newsday on my desk. There is a huge picture on the cover of Grandmere leaving Les Hautes Manger with Rommel cowering in her arms, and bits of lobster bisque still stuck to
    her skirt.
    'Why is your family so full of FREAKS?' Lana wants to know.
    You know what, Lana? That is a very good question.
    Friday, May 2, Bio
    I cannot believe Mr G. The nerve of him, suggesting that my relationship with Michael is DISTRACTING me from my schoolwork! As if Michael has ever done anything but try to help me to understand Algebra.

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