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because Nishi loves princess movies, so whenever I go to her house, she makes me watch them with her (not that it’s a huge sacrifice).
    Nishi doesn’t care that Annabelle started saying, as long ago as first grade, that princess movies are for babies. Nishi says you like what you like, so who cares what other people think?
    That’s why I actually felt a little bad for Princess Mia. In movies, princesses are always getting kidnapped and then put into dungeons until they use their magical powers (or ray guns) to escape.
    But in real life, princesses don’t have magical powers or ray guns. All they have are their brains (and bodyguards and limousines, of course), which they’re supposed to use to help make the world a better place. None of it’s as easy as it looks, especially to people like Annabelle, who think all princesses do is sit around in nice clothes, which isn’t true at all.
    â€œIt’s okay,” I said. “Annabelle already told me. Just not in a very nice way. She can be a bit of a snob.”
    â€œThat’s what I’m so sorry about,” Princess Mia said, looking upset. “Because you haven’t done anything wrong!”
    â€œI know. My mom — and dad — were only trying to protect me. And I can see why, after all that out there.” I jerked my thumb in the direction of CMS.
    Princess Mia exchanged glances with some other women who were also in the limo — I think they might be ladies-in-waiting — and said, “Yes. I’m sorry about that, too. I should have known better, and stayed in the limo. I’m so sorry — ”
    I shook my head. It was still funny that a princess was apologizing so much to me . “It’s okay. So is it really true?”
    â€œThat we’re sisters? Yes, of course it’s really true.”
    â€œNo, that you’ll take me to any destination of my choosing?”
    Princess Mia looked a little more relaxed, which was what I wanted. She seemed very tense and worried. More tense and worried than me! And that’s saying a lot, considering the day I’d had so far.
    â€œYes,” she said, with a laugh. “That’s really true, too. Why? Is there somewhere you really want to go?”
    I couldn’t believe she didn’t know.
    â€œYes!” I cried. “To meet my dad!”
    Princess Mia smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

 
    Wednesday, May 6
4:45 P.M.
Limousine
    I’M GOING TO MEET MY DAD.
    IN NEW YORK CITY.
    I’m sorry to write it so big, but I’m very, very excited.
    We should be there in a little over an hour. Cranbrook, New Jersey, is only sixty-four miles from New York City, but I’ve never been there. Nishi has been there lots of times with her family, and Aunt Catherine and Uncle Rick go there a lot, too — to Broadway shows and baseball games and fancy restaurants and stuff.
    But not me. I’ve always ended up having to stay home with Mrs. Tucker, our neighbor who owns the cats, or with Nishi, because Aunt Catherine says the city is too dirty and dangerous for children, even though I’m not exactly a child and they take Sara all the time, which I’ve always thought was a little weird since she’s not that much older than I am.
    But now I am starting to realize that it probably had something to do with my being a princess.
    Aunt Catherine never put it that way, though, of course. She always said, “Oh, Olivia, the city is so dirty” and “You’d just have been bored at the show we went to.”
    I guess my mom was pretty serious about keeping this whole princess thing a secret. She made my dad promise not to tell anyone , not even his own mom (who is my grandma. Mia says she likes to be called Grandm è re, which is French for grandmother).
    â€œI can’t believe he didn’t tell me ,” Princess Mia keeps saying. “I wish I’d known sooner, because I’ve always