Royal Wedding Disaster (From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess Series #2)

Royal Wedding Disaster (From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess Series #2)

by Meg Cabot


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You are invited to a Genovian Royal Wedding in this second book pulled From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess, a Princess Diaries spin-off series, written and illustrated by New York Times-bestselling author Meg Cabot.

Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison still finds it hard to believe that she's a real live PRINCESS OF GENOVIA. Not only does she get to live in an actual palace with her newly discovered family and two fabulous poodles (who all love her and think that she's anything but ordinary!), but she also gets her very own PONY!

Of course, things aren't going exactly like she imagined. Her half-sister Mia is very busy learning how to take over the country while trying to plan a wedding and her father is actually getting remarried himself—to Mia's mother!—and spends most of his time "renovating" the summer palace, although Grandmere says he is just hiding from the wedding preparations. Olivia hardly gets to see either of them.

Fortunately, Grandmere has her own plans for Mia's wedding, and needs Olivia's help to pull them off. Just when Olivia starts to think that things are going to work out after all, the palace is invaded by a host of new cousins and other royals who all seem to be angry at Olivia (although Grandmere says they are just jealous). As the day of the wedding gets closer and closer, Olivia becomes more and more worried.

For such a carefully planned event, it seems like a LOT of things are going wrong. . . . Can Olivia keep this royal wedding from becoming a royal disaster?

This is fun, illustrated middle grade—and this is the first series illustrated by Meg Cabot herself! The paperback features an interview with Meg Cabot and an excerpt of the next book.

Don't miss any of the fun—check out all of the From The Notebooks of a Middle School Princess series:

From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess (Book 1)

Royal Wedding Disaster (Book 2)

Royal Crush (Book 3)

Royal Crown (Book 4)

Praise for the From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess series:

“In her journal-style narrative incorporating both humorous and touching moments, likable, engaging Olivia continues to navigate the joys and challenges of being a modern-day princess.” —School Library Journal on Royal Wedding Disaster

“Readers will thrill to tag along on this festive adventure, presented as Olivia Grace’s illustrated diary.” —Children’s Literature on Royal Wedding Disaster

“Author Meg Cabot is ready to put her tiara back on [with] a new character.” —USA Today on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess

“The nation of Genovia gains a new resident in this amusing spin-off. . . . Cabot's own black and white cartoons further enliven Olivia's entertaining and candid notebook entries, which will have readers looking forward to her future escapades.” —Publishers Weekly on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess

“Cabot manages to combine wit and lavish details to positive effect...newcomers to the Cabot magic will be charmed. A sweet fantasy, both funny and highly satisfying.” —Kirkus Reviews on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess

“This entertaining, quickly absorbing read will have readers anticipating the sequel.” —Booklist on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess

“This sweet and sassy spin-off featuring the younger half-sister of Princess Mia Thermopolis. . . . will be a perfect fit for Fancy Nancy alumni and readers not quite ready for Cabot's longer novels.” —School Library Journal on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250115201
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 08/01/2017
Series: From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 110,108
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 7.72(h) x 0.82(d)
Lexile: 880L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Meg Cabot is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Princess Diaries series, with over 25 million copies of her books sold worldwide. Born and raised in Bloomington, Indiana, Meg also lived in Grenoble, France, and Carmel, California, before moving to New York City after graduating with a bachelor's degree in fine arts from Indiana University. She is the author of numerous books for adults and children, but From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess is the first series she's illustrated. Meg Cabot currently lives in Key West with her husband and cat.


New York, New York

Place of Birth:

Bloomington, Indiana


B.A. in fine arts, Indiana University, 1991

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Royal Wedding Disaster

By Meg Cabot

Feiwel and Friends

Copyright © 2016 Meg Cabot
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ISBN: 978-1-250-06605-3


Saturday, June 13

4:00 P.M.

Royal Genovian Gardens High Tea

Oh no. My best friend, Nishi, thinks we're in a fight or something.

But that's not why I haven't texted her in so long. I've just been really super busy. It's no joke, training to be a princess. I've barely had time to write in this notebook, let alone text!

Of course, it hasn't exactly been horrible, either. Not to sound like I'm bragging or anything, but things have been going really SUPER GREAT.

And it's not just because I:

1. Get to live in a castle that has its own throne room and ballroom and private library filled with about fifty thousand books (not exaggerating).

2. Have a completely brand-new wardrobe and my own room with orange trees outside my windows and a private bathroom and a walk-in closet with a couch inside it where I can sit while my personal style consultant, Francesca, figures out what I'm going to wear (only on the days when I have state functions, though. Francesca says it's important not to wear the same thing twice in a row, or it "disappoints the populace").

3. Get to live in Genovia, which is a tiny country between Italy and France along the Mediterranean Sea, which has white sand beaches and really nice weather year-round.

No! Although that stuff really is pretty awesome. The reason things are going so great is because I finally get to live with people who actually care about me.

Now, when I come down to breakfast in the morning, my dad and Grandmère and my sister, Mia, and her fiancé, Michael, ask how I slept, and what I'd like to eat, and what I'm going to do today, and things like that.

My aunt and uncle and cousins back in New Jersey never once asked me any of that stuff. They never cared whether I wanted cereal or French toast or waffles or pancakes or asked me how I liked my eggs. They never even gave me a choice! All we ever got for breakfast back at my old house was oatmeal. Not because they were poor or anything, but because oatmeal is low in fat and high in fiber.

"Oats are nature's broom." That's what my aunt always used to say.

"Oats?" Grandmère said when I told her this. "Oats are for horses!"

Ha! I know this is true because as part of my princess lessons, I'm learning how to horseback ride. Dad even got me my very own pony (I was never allowed to have pets at my old house because my aunt didn't want the carpets getting dirty, but now I have a poodle puppy, Snowball, and a pony).

The pony's name is Lady Christabel de Champaigne, but I call her Chrissy for short. Chrissy is tan all over, except for her mane and tail, which are gold colored. When I'm grooming Chrissy — I love to brush her — she makes happy puffing noises with her mouth.

I'm not saying that everything is perfect, of course. Nothing is perfect, not even being a princess and having people love you and living in a palace on the Mediterranean with orange trees outside your bedroom window.

Like right now, for instance, Grandmère and Mia are having another one of their fights. (Sorry, I mean disagreements. Grandmère says royals never fight. They have "disagreements.")

This disagreement is about Mia's royal wedding, which is exactly one week away.

"No, Grandmère," Mia is saying. "I told you before. No purple."

"But purple is the color of royalty, Amelia. And it's a royal wedding."

"It's a summer wedding in a palace next to the beach. Purple is too dark. Besides, the dresses have already been delivered, and they're cream colored, just like I asked. We can't change them now."

"Can't we, Amelia?" Grandmère asked. "There's such a thing as dye, you know."

"Grandmère," Mia said. "My bridesmaids' gowns are cream colored. And that is final."

Oh! Mia looks mad. But then, so does Grandmère.

There've been a lot of disagreements like this, especially since the wedding is going to be on television and shown worldwide. Five hundred people, including some of the world's most well-known celebrities and royals, have been invited. There's barely room for all the wedding gifts that have already arrived and are on display in the Great Hall.

There are some pretty cool gifts:

• A solid-gold decorated ostrich egg from Australia

• A two-hundred-piece tea set from China

• Silver plates from the people of Austria

• A Moroccan-style crystal-encrusted pet bed for Mia's cat, Fat Louie, from the royal family of Qatar

• And a charitable donation in Mia's and Michael's names to Doctors Without Borders from the president of the United States!

(Personally I don't think charitable donations are a very interesting gift, but donations are what Mia and Michael asked for.)

But here's a secret that almost no one knows, and why there's been so much fighting disagreeing around the palace:

Almost nothing is ready.

It's true! You would think that in a palace that is used to putting on state functions for hundreds of guests, everything would run like clockwork.

But that doesn't turn out to be the case when you're talking about a royal wedding for five hundred that had to be moved up several months because it turns out the bride is having twins.

That's right: I'm going to be an aunt! I went from basically having no family to having SO MUCH FAMILY.

I'm pretty excited about this. I'm especially excited because I get to help pick out the names. The names I've chosen are:

Girl Names Boy Names
Genevieve Julian

Mia and Michael won't say yet which names they've chosen (they don't even know if the babies are girls or boys).

But Michael keeps joking that if they're boys, he's going to call them Han and Solo (although Mia says she doesn't think this is very funny, and I agree. Naming your baby is serious business, especially if they're in line to a throne).

Anyway, all this hurried-up wedding planning means that in addition to the thousand tourists we get inside the palace every day (it's open for public tours every day from ten A.M. to five P.M., except on Sundays and national holidays), we've also been getting huge amounts of:

Florists, landscapers, stylists, decorators, designers, dressmakers, bakers, musicians, photographers, electricians, builders, contractors, caterers, and television studio executives, all running around, trying to get everything ready in time for the Big Day.

But since Mia is what Grandmère calls "hormonal" — and my dad calls "stressed" — whenever anyone asks her a wedding-related question, she just goes, "Pick whatever. I'm sure it will be great."

But other times — like with the color of the bridesmaid dresses — she totally has an opinion. And it's usually a very boring one, because she doesn't want anyone to make a fuss.

But you HAVE to make fuss over a ROYAL WEDDING. That's the whole point of being a princess bride!

"It's because your sister is a Taurus," Grandmère says. "The Taurus is the bull of the astrological signs, and bulls are loyal but stubborn, which makes them strong leaders but absolutely terrible brides."

I wouldn't know. I'm a Sagittarius. Sagittarians always look on the bright side.

And my dad is "no help," according to Grandmère, not only because he's "a man" and weddings "scare men" (although I don't think this is true of all men. Michael doesn't seem very scared), but because he decided to retire as prince so he could spend more quality time with me, since he missed out on so many of my "formative years" already.

Except now he's super busy having the summer palace renovated so I can go live in it with him, Mia's little brother, Rocky, and Rocky and Mia's mom, Helen Thermopolis, who Dad says he's going to marry as soon as the summer palace is finished. That way we can "leave Mia to rule and enjoy being a new bride and mother in peace."

But it turns out it's going to take months and months to renovate the summer palace because it's nearly five hundred years old and the whole place is sinking into the ground because the foundation is rotten, which Grandmère says is "ironic."

I don't really care, though, because until it's fixed, I get to keep living here in the main palace with Mia and Michael and Grandmère and Fat Louis and the twins when they're born!

"Honestly, I don't know what your sister would do without us," Grandmère said to me just this morning while we were in the royal greenhouse, canceling the teeny boring white roses that Mia had ordered and replacing them with much more beautiful huge purple irises. "Now that your father has stepped down from the throne, she's so busy consulting with that new prime minister about important matters of state — such as where to house all those refugees from nearby war-torn countries, and what to name that new strain of genetically modified Genovian orange — that she hasn't a moment to herself. I've no doubt your sister will save the country, of course. But we're the ones who are going to save this wedding, Olivia."

"I know," I said. "Right?"

"It is," Grandmère said, "a blessing that we're here."

It totally is! I hope the summer palace never gets a new foundation.

So I don't feel bad about writing in my journal or even texting Nishi back while Mia and Grandmère are fighting disagreeing, since they aren't even paying attention to me and I know it's all for Mia's own good, anyway.


Saturday, June 13 5:00 P.M.

Royal Genovian Gardens High Tea

Nishi finally texted back, but she didn't say what I was expecting her to.

School? Who said anything about school?

I think Nishi must be confused. Grandmère and Mia give me princess lessons every day so I won't embarrass myself (or the rest of the family) at the wedding or in front of the paparazzi who follow us around every time we leave the palace, trying to get a photo of "the princess bride."

I'm getting a princess lesson right now, as a matter of fact, which is the only reason I'm allowed to be writing in my journal during high tea. Everyone thinks I'm taking notes ... which I am, sort of.

But princess lessons aren't the same as real school.

They're still super important, of course. Nobody wants a loser who doesn't have any manners representing their country, even a country as tiny as Genovia (which is only two miles by four miles long).

Then again, I'm sure nobody wants a loser who doesn't know what the capital of France is representing their country, either.

So maybe Nishi is right.

But Dad said I need to take time to adjust to living in a new country (with a new family) before starting at my new school. And even though I've been here a month, I don't feel that I've totally adjusted yet. I don't even know the names of all my cousins or my way around the palace. There are more rooms in this palace than there are days of the month! I haven't even been in them all yet.

Not that I don't think education is valuable. It's important to learn stuff like math and geography in addition to curtsying and drinking out of the right glass. There were so many glasses on the dining table in the Great Hall at the fancy dinner I went to last night in honor of all our out-of-town guests who've started to arrive for the wedding, I couldn't even tell which water glass was mine and which one belonged to the very large man who was sitting next to me. Finally Mia nudged me under the table.

"Olivia," she whispered. "Do this." She made circles with her index fingers and thumbs and held them in front of her, making the letters b and d. "The bread plate on your left —'b'— is yours, and so are the glasses on your right —'d' for drink. Get it?"

I got it, but too late. I'd been drinking out of the very large man's water glass the entire time!

And so was he! We were drinking out of the same glass.

Being a princess is way more complicated than I ever thought it was going to be.

So given what an embarrassment I already am, it's totally possible they want me to go to some school to learn how to be a better royal....

But I don't know. Right now, with the wedding only a week away and Grandmère needing me so much? Something like that, you'd think someone would have mentioned it.

Normally I'm not allowed to look at my phone during meals — especially high tea! — because Grandmère says it's extremely rude not to give your full attention to the person sitting in front of (or beside) you.

"For all you know, Olivia," Grandmère always says, "that person could be the leader of a country that is much, much bigger than yours."

"Or," Mia says, "they could just be very nice, and you don't want to act like a jerk by sitting there looking at your cell and not paying attention to them."

But since this seems very important and Grandmère and Mia are still fighting disagreeing over the color of the bridesmaid dresses, I figured no one would notice if I quickly texted Nishi back. So I wrote:

But it's been nearly ten minutes and I haven't heard back.

Which reminds me ... it's June. No one starts a new school in June. That's when school gets out for summer vacation! Nishi got out of school last week!

So she must be wrong. Why would I be starting school now, right when everything is getting busiest with the wedding planning? That would be simply — WHA!!!!!


Saturday, June 13 5:50 P.M.

Royal Genovian Gardens High Tea


Nishi texted me back just as I was writing all that, but Grandmère heard the chime and got angry.

"Princesses don't text at tea!" she yelled, startling me so badly that I dropped my phone into a nearby potted hydrangea. Fortunately when I managed to fish it out, I found that the screen wasn't even cracked — well, any more than it already was from when I dropped it a few days before by the pool. So that was all right.

Then Rommel, Grandmère's hairless poodle, started barking, and Grandmère had to divert him with a ham sandwich, even though I've told her a bunch of times that this is why all Rommel's fur has fallen out: Dogs aren't supposed to eat people food.

This caused enough of a distraction from the argument she and Mia were having for me to ask, "Is it true I have to go to school on Monday?"

"School?" Grandmère raised her painted-on eyebrows very dramatically. "Don't be ridiculous. Who said anything about school? We're much too busy with your sister's wedding right now to worry about something like school."

"Grandmère," Mia said severely. "School is important. Lack of education limits opportunities and prospects, especially for women ... even princesses."

"Is that why Nishi just texted me this?" I asked, showing them my phone (once I'd brushed the dirt from the screen).

"Pfuit!" Grandmère exclaimed after she read the text. Pfuit is the noise she makes when she's truly disgusted. "This is what passes for news in America? Whatever is the matter with journalists there? Have they nothing to do but focus on us royals? Are there no celebrity couples divorcing at the moment?"

"Grandmère, please," Mia said sternly.

"But how can this even be happening?" I asked. "How can reporters know about this if I don't? It isn't true, is it? No one mentioned anything to me about starting school on Monday."

"Oh dear," Mia said, looking a little ill. According to Nishi — who spends a lot of time online — this is normal when you're pregnant with twins and suffering from hormones. Only I hope I never get them as bad as Mia, since her hormones cause her to have to run to the royal powder room a lot. "I'm afraid it is true, Olivia. With everything going on with the wedding, it completely slipped my mind."

"What slipped your mind?" I could feel myself beginning to panic.

"We got a letter here at the palace last month from Madame Alain, the head of the Royal Genovian Academy. The letter said that if you aren't in class by Monday morning, you'll be considered truant and dropped from the school's enrollment ... permanently."


"How dare that woman?" Grandmère cried. "She doesn't have the authority. Doesn't she know who we are?"

"Yes, of course she does, Grandmère," Mia said. "And Madame Alain is right. She says we're setting a bad example for the rest of the populace by keeping Olivia out of school — unless we're homeschooling her, which of course we aren't."

"What do you mean?" Grandmère looked angry. "Olivia's learning valuable life lessons by spending her time with me."

"It's true!" I said. "Haven't I been doing a good job at my princess training?" I gasped, remembering last night's dinner. "Is this because of the water glass?"

"Of course not!" Mia said. "You've been doing very well, Olivia. But life lessons aren't the same as academics, and Dad and Grandmère and I simply don't have time — or the knowledge — to teach you everything you need to know in order to become a well-rounded Genovian citizen."


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Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Saturday, June 13, 4:00 P.M.,
Saturday, June 13, 5:00 P.M.,
Saturday, June 13, 5:50 P.M.,
Sunday, June 14, 11:00 P.M.,
Monday, June 15, 11:25 A.M.,
Monday, June 15, 1:35 P.M.,
Monday, June 15, 8:15 P.M.,
Tuesday, June 16, 2:17 A.M.,
Tuesday, June 16, 2:15 P.M.,
Tuesday, June 16, 8:30 P.M.,
Wednesday, June 17, 9:25 A.M.,
Wednesday, June 17, 11:25 A.M.,
Wednesday, June 17, 3:35 P.M.,
Wednesday, June 17, 7:35 P.M.,
Thursday, June 18, 8:30 A.M.,
Thursday, June 18, 9:30 A.M.,
Thursday, June 18, 3:30 P.M.,
Friday, June 19, 11:00 A.M.,
Friday, June 19, 2:30 P.M.,
Friday, June 19, 4:00 P.M.,
Friday, June 19, 6:30 P.M.,
Friday, June 19, 8:30 P.M.,
Friday, June 19, 11:45 P.M.,
Saturday, June 20, 7:45 A.M.,
Saturday, June 20, 9:35 A.M.,
Saturday, June 20, 10:05 A.M.,
Saturday, June 20, Noon,
Sunday, June 21, Noon,
About the Author,

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