Meg Cabot Royal Wedding Link

“It’s my great-grandmother’s wedding dress,” I said, clutching the vintage lace to my chest. “It’s sentimental.”

And just like that, I stopped worrying.

“Carnations are durable ,” Helga said. “Like the Genovian monarchy.” meg cabot royal wedding

Michael leaned over. “Tell her you want the peonies. Use the voice.”

“You have a little olive oil on your chin.” “Like the Genovian monarchy

“What voice?”

“I can’t walk down the aisle in this. I’ll fall. I’ll break my nose. Our wedding video will go viral for all the wrong reasons.” I’ll fall

The day of the wedding dawned sunny and warm. I wore my great-grandmother’s beige dress after all (Grandmère sulked in the front row). Fat Louie, surprisingly, did not flee or attack anyone; he walked down the aisle with the dignity of a small, furry king. Michael’s dad showed up in a brand-new suit (he’d bought it specially, and he only cried twice).