“How about ‘Your Royal Highness, the Bride-to-Be, Who Is Currently Hyperventilating’?”
“Carnations are durable ,” Helga said. “Like the Genovian monarchy.” meg cabot royal wedding
The baker made the cake out of tofu. (Michael’s attempt to be healthy backfired. It looked like a stack of wet paper towels.) The choir from the Genovian Royal Academy learned the wrong song—they were prepared to sing “Baby Got Back” instead of “Ave Maria.” And worst of all, the tiara arrived. “How about ‘Your Royal Highness, the Bride-to-Be, Who
It was not a tiara. It was a headpiece of such towering, diamond-encrusted enormity that when I put it on, I couldn’t stand up straight. I wobbled down the hallway like a human disco ball. “How about ‘Your Royal Highness