Meg Cabot Royal Wedding |verified| ✅

She nodded toward Michael, who choked on his asparagus.

Genovia is a small country, but everyone in it believes they are personally invited to my nuptials. The fishmonger who sold my father anchovies? Invited. The nun who taught me seventh-grade geography? She sent a formal RSVP—plus nine. meg cabot royal wedding

Michael, my rock, my anchor, was no help either. He was sitting on the couch, sketching something in his notebook. “Whatever makes you happy, Princess,” he said, grinning that crooked grin that makes my knees turn to gelato. She nodded toward Michael, who choked on his asparagus

The week before the wedding, everything fell apart. She nodded toward Michael