Queen Clarisse looked from Mia to the boy, then to the security team rushing toward him. She held up a hand, halting the guards instantly. "Let him pass."
Mia cracked a smile. It was a running joke now—the "poof" that her hair stylist Paolo had created, a voluminous catastrophe that had become her signature look. She took a deep breath. The fear wasn't just about the protocol. It was about the choice. movie the princess diaries
"I'm trying to be," Mia said softly.
She looked up at the crystal chandelier, then back at Michael, and finally, at the crowd of people waiting for their future Queen. Queen Clarisse looked from Mia to the boy,
Mia took Michael’s arm. As the orchestra swelled—playing a song that wasn't the stuffy waltz they had rehearsed, but something modern and alive—Mia realized the weight on her head wasn't the tiara, and the weight on her shoulders wasn't the royal obligation. It was a running joke now—the "poof" that