But, as it happens, like Michael said, Sarah Lawrence is one of the colleges that don’t count SAT scores toward its entrance requirements. And it’s got a strong writing program. And it’s really close to New York City. Just in case I have to pop back into Manhattan to visit Fat Louie or Rocky.
Or smell my boyfriend’s neck.
“That’s a great choice, Mia,” Mom said, looking super happy. Of course, she’s been looking super happy ever since she noticed the diamond ring on my left hand was gone, and I’d come home from the prom with Michael, and not J.P.
But I think she really is happy about Sarah Lawrence, too.
“Thanks,” I said.
But no one was happier than Grandmère.
“Sarah Lawrence,” Grandmère kept murmuring. “I was to go to Sarah Lawrence. If I hadn’t married Amelia’s grandfather. We’ve got to start planning how we’ll decorate her room. I think buttercup yellow walls. I was to have buttercup yellow walls…”
“Okay, then,” Michael said to me, eyeing Grandmère as she waxed on about buttercup yellow walls. “Wanna dance?”
“Do I ever,” I said, relieved to have an excuse to leave the table.
Which is how we ended up on the dance floor with my mom and Mr. G, dancing with Rocky and having a blast together, as usual; Lilly and Kenneth, doing some kind of new wave dance they seem to have invented themselves, even though the music was sort of slow; Tina and Boris, just holding each other, and gazing into each other’s eyes, the height of romance, as one would expect, since it was Tina and…well, Boris; and…my dad and Ms. Martinez.
“No,” I said, coming to a standstill when I saw this. “Just…no.”
“What?” Michael looked around. “What’s the matter?”
I should have expected it. I mean, they’d been dancing together at my birthday party, but I thought that had been a one-time thing.
It was at that point that my dad said something to Ms. Martinez and she slapped him across the face, then stalked off the dance floor.
I don’t think anyone could have been more stunned than my dad…except maybe my mom, who started laughing.
“Dad!” I exclaimed, horrified. “What did you say to her?”
My dad came over, rubbing the side of his face but looking more intrigued than actually hurt.
“Nothing,” he said. “I didn’t say anything to her. Well, nothing more than I usually say when I dance with a beautiful woman. It was a compliment, actually.”
“Dad,” I said. When would he ever learn? “She isn’t a lingerie model. She’s my former English teacher.”
“She’s intoxicating,” Dad said thoughtfully, gazing after her.
“Oh my God.” I groaned, and buried my face in Michael’s neck. I could see clearly what was going on. It was all too obvious. Not again! “Tell me this is not happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening,” Michael said. “He’s following her, calling after her…Did you know her first name was Karen?”
“I think I’m about to become more than well acquainted with that fact,” I said, still keeping my face in his neck and inhaling deeply.
“Yeah, now he’s heading across the parking lot after her…She’s trying to hail a taxi to get away but…oh, he’s stopped her. They’re talking. Oh, wait. She’s taking his hand…So, are you going to call her Ms. Martinez after they get married like you do Mr. Gianini, or do you think you’ll ever be able to call her Karen?”
“Seriously. What is wrong with my family?” I asked, with a groan.
“The same thing that’s wrong with everybody’s family,” Michael said. “It’s made up of human beings. Hey, quit sniffing me a minute and lift your head up.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “Why?” I asked.
“So I can do this,” he said. And kissed me.
And as we were kissing, and the late-afternoon sun was pouring in all around us, and the other couples were swirling around us on the dance floor, laughing, I realized something. Something I think might be really important:
This princess thing, which four years ago I was convinced was going to be the ruination of my life, had turned out to be just the opposite. It’s actually taught me things, some of them very important. Like how to stand up for myself, and be my own person. How to get what I want out of life, on my own terms. And never to sit by my grandmother while crab is being served, since it’s her favorite dish, and she simply can’t eat it and talk at the same time, and half of it will end up all over whoever she’s sitting next to.
It’s taught me something else, too.
And that’s that as you get older, you lose things, things you don’t necessarily want to lose. Some things as simple as…well, your baby teeth when you’re a little kid, as they make way for your adult teeth.
But as you age, you lose other, even more important things, like friends—hopefully only bad friends, who maybe weren’t as good for you as you once thought. With luck, you’ll be able to hang on to your true friends, the ones who were always there for you…even when you thought they weren’t.
Because friends like that are more precious than all the tiaras in the world.
I’ve also learned that there are the things you want to lose…like that hat you throw into the air on graduation day. I mean, why would you want to hold on to it? High school sucks. People who say those were the best four years of your life—those people are liars…. Who wants the best years of their lives to be in high school? High school is something everybody should be ready to lose.
And then there are the things you thought you wanted to lose, but didn’t…and now you’re glad you didn’t.
A good example of this would be Grandmère. She drove me crazy for four years (and not just because of the crab thing). Four years of princess lessons, and nagging, and insanity. I swear, there were moments during some of those years when I gladly would have beat in her face with a shovel.
But in the end, I’m glad I didn’t. She taught me a lot, and I don’t just mean how to use appropriate flatware. In a way, she’s the one—well, with Mom and Dad’s help, of course…not to mention Lilly, and all my friends, really—who taught me how to appreciate this royalty thing—another thing I wanted desperately to lose, but didn’t….
And, yes, in the end…I’m glad.
I mean, yeah, it sucks sometimes, being a princess.
But I know now there are ways I can work it so I can help people, and maybe, in the end, even make the world a better place. Not in huge ways, necessarily. Sure, I’m not going to invent a robotic surgical arm that’s going to save people’s lives.
But I’ve written a book that might, like Michael said, make someone whose loved one is being operated on by that arm forget about how scared she is while she’s in the waiting room.
Oh, and I brought democracy to a country that’s never known it.
And okay, these are small things. But one baby step at a time.
Still, the most important reason I’m glad I turned out to be a princess, and that I’m going to stay one forever?
If I hadn’t, I highly doubt I’d have gotten this majorly happy ending.
This series would not have been possible without the help of people too numerous to name, but I’d like to try to thank a few of them, specifically:
Beth Ader, Jennifer Brown, Barb Cabot, Bill Contardi, Sarah Davies, Michele Jaffe, Laura Langlie, Abigail McAden, Amanda Maciel, Benjamin Egnatz, everyone at HarperCollins Children’s Books who worked so hard on behalf of Princess Mia and her friends, and, most especially of all, the readers, who stuck by her until the end. A royal thank-you to you all!
About the Author
MEG CABOT is the author of the bestselling, critically acclaimed Princess Diaries books, which were made into the wildly popular Disney movies of the same name. Her other books for teens include PANTS ON FIRE, JINX, and the manga series Avalon High: Coronation. She also writes books for adults, including BIG BONED and QUEEN OF BABBLE GETS HITCHED
. She is still waiting for her real parents, the king and queen, to restore her to her rightful throne. Meg lives in Key West with her husband and a one-eyed cat named Henrietta as well as various backup cats.
To read Meg’s blog and catch up on all the latest news about her books, visit her online at www.megcabot.com.
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PRAISE FOR MEG CABOT’S
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING SERIES
The Princess Diaries:
“Like reading a note from your best friend. Cabot has a fine grasp of teen dialect, an off-the-wall sense of humor that will have readers laughing out loud, and a knack for creating fully realized teen and adult characters that readers will miss when the story ends.”—ALA Booklist
VOLUME II: Princess in the Spotlight:
“Cabot writes with a deft touch for humor as well as the convincing voice of a 14-year-old. Mia emerges as a vibrant girl who may become a good princess no matter how much she dislikes the prospect.”—Kirkus Reviews
VOLUME III: Princess in Love:
“Cabot has secured Mia’s position as teen readers’ new best friend.”—ALA Booklist
VOLUME IV: Princess in Waiting:
“Mia is as amusing as ever, with her tart observations on life and her spunky personality.”—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
VOLUME V: Princess in Pink:
“Starting a new Princess Diaries book is like opening a box of chocolates.”—KLIATT
VOLUME VI: Princess in Training:
“Mia is a funny heroine whose world is always entertaining.”
—SLJ
VOLUME VII: Party Princess:
“Cabot adroitly interweaves comic absurdity with weightier topics in a topsy-turvy mix that recalls adolescence itself.”
—Entertainment Weekly
VOLUME VIII: Princess on the Brink:
“Sure to please old and new fans, Princess on the Brink will leave readers clamoring for more.”—TeensReadToo.com
VOLUME IX: Princess Mia:
“The story is still as fresh and interesting as ever. Cabot provides a believable and satisfying ending that leaves us proud of Princess Mia and wanting more.”—Children’s Literature
Books by
MEG CABOT
The Princess Diaries
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME II:
Princess in the Spotlight
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME III:
Princess in Love
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME IV:
Princess in Waiting
Valentine Princess:
A PRINCESS DIARIES BOOK (VOLUME IV AND A QUARTER)
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME IV AND A HALF:
Project Princess
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME V:
Princess in Pink
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME VI:
Princess in Training
The Princess Present:
A PRINCESS DIARIES BOOK (VOLUME VI AND A HALF)
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME VII:
Party Princess
Sweet Sixteen Princess:
A PRINCESS DIARIES BOOK (VOLUME VII AND A HALF)
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME VIII:
Princess on the Brink
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME IX:
Princess Mia
THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME X:
Forever Princess
ILLUSTRATED BY CHESLEY MCLAREN:
Princess Lessons:
A PRINCESS DIARIES BOOK
Perfect Princess:
A PRINCESS DIARIES BOOK
Holiday Princess:
A PRINCESS DIARIES BOOK
ALL-AMERICAN GIRL
READY OR NOT: AN ALL-AMERICAN GIRL NOVEL
TEEN IDOL
HOW TO BE POPULAR
PANTS ON FIRE
AVALON HIGH
AVALON HIGH: CORONATION #1: THE MERLIN PROPHECY
AVALON HIGH: CORONATION #2: HOMECOMING
JINX
NICOLA AND THE VISCOUNT
VICTORIA AND THE ROGUE
THE MEDIATOR BOOKS:
THE MEDIATOR 1: SHADOWLAND
THE MEDIATOR 2: NINTH KEY
THE MEDIATOR 3: REUNION
THE MEDIATOR 4: DARKEST HOUR
THE MEDIATOR 5: HAUNTED
THE MEDIATOR 6: TWILIGHT
THE 1-800-WHERE-R-YOU BOOKS:
1: WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES
2: CODE NAME CASSANDRA
3: SAFE HOUSE
4: SANCTUARY
5: MISSING YOU
THE BOY NEXT DOOR
BOY MEETS GIRL
EVERY BOY’S GOT ONE
SIZE 12 IS NOT FAT
SIZE 14 IS NOT FAT EITHER
BIG BONED
QUEEN OF BABBLE
QUEEN OF BABBLE IN THE BIG CITY
QUEEN OF BABBLE GETS HITCHED
Credits
Cover design by Ray Shappell
Lock design by Torborg Davern
Copyright
PRINCESS DIARIES, VOL. X: FOREVER PRINCESS. Copyright © 2009 by Meg Cabot, LLC. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
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