PROLOGUE

For awhile she thought journalism would fill the void that seem to expand each day. The gaping hole of boredom starring at her like the vastness of a blackwhole. She wasn't being creative or even doing what she dreamed of doing. She may have loved writing for her college newspaper, but her wish to feel the same way writing for the New York Mirror remained fewtile. She'd believed she was meant to change the world through her words.

She was wrong. So wrong. When she felt as if her soul were being sucked out of her while trying to pitch ideas and finishing the grunt work assigned to her. There was no Doug or Lilly to spout tough love. Certainly not Nate. When he broke up with her, because she working too much. Her so called friends took his side. He moved out four months after she started working at the paper.

At the end it didn't matter. She was let go because the paper had new management. She was told she could submit articles on a contractual basis, but her steady paycheck is gone.

She was supposed to be writing something to submit, but her thoughts were too scattered to concentrate. So, she went through her e-mails. Her mother e-mailed her that her grandmother who she had never met wanted to meet her. Her grandmother only sent her gifts and a card on her birthday.

She sat in the lounge thinking about meeting her grandmother for the first time. They met in the Genovia consulate, which at the time Andy didn't know was a consulate.

They sat down in the garden for tea. The garden was beautiful. There was budding trees, blooming bushes and blossoming flowers. They sat and talked for hours. They talked about her father Philippe Renaldi. He died before she was born.

Andrea Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldi was the product of a college romance between Helen Thermopolis, a painter and Philippe Grimaldi Renaldi, the prince of Genovia. Her mother didn't want the life of a royal so she left, before she found out she was pregnant.

After she was born her parents decide that her mother would raise her in America. And when she was old enough they would tell her of her father's heritage, but when she was a baby her father died in a boat accident. So her mother and grandmother decided to tell her in her twenties.

Chapter 1

Six Months Later

Sitting in the lounge of The Ritz-Cartlton in New York waiting for her grandmother, Queen Clarisse Grimaldi Renaldi, Andrea was observing the people in the lounge. It was a habbit from college, one she kept up since it comes in handy for her job as the heir apparent to the crown of the small European principality of Genovia.

After all her lesson on how to speaking, walking, sitting proper and her makeover, she still have more to learn. Now she has to learn how to dress proper for the correct occasion. As she saw her grandmother came from the elevator with her bodyguard Joe. That is one thing she still had to get use to, the protection. That is one thing her grandmother wouldn't compromise on. Her grandmother said "Though people don't know who she was doesn't mean that there is no danger out there."

"Darling, hope you haven't been waiting long," Clarisse said, as she hugs and kiss Andrea.

"No, just for a few minutes," asked Andrea.

"There's been a change of plans. There seems to be a problem at one of the companies that we are stockholders in," Clarisse said as they walked to the car.

"No problem. What is wrong?" Andrea mused.

"My source said that the CEO of Runway Fashion Magazine Irv Ravitz has been making decisions without the board's approval. That he made a play to get rid of Miranda Priestly Editor in Chief of Runway at Paris Fashion Week." Clarisse said sounding angry.

The car stops in front of Runway. Andrea and Clarisse wait for their protection to make sure the building is secure for them. When it's save to enter the building Andrea and Clarisse get into the elevator.

They step on the seventeenth floor and all they see is glass and white marble. They walk through the glass do to what looks like the reception area with two desks, with two women behind it.

The women on the left with red hair see as first and her eyes go wide. "Aunt Clarisse what are you doing here?" asked the red head with a British accent.

"Emily, my dear, how I've missed you," Clarisse responds, sounding happy. "My dear, you know I'm here about your problem."

Andrea is just standing there feeling awkward. So she clears her throat. "Oh my, how silly of me," Clarisse chuckled. "This is my granddaughter Andrea Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldi, the heir to the Genovia crown." Clarisse pronounced proudly. "Andrea this is Emily Marie Garrison Levinson Charlton the daughter of Count Jerome Garrison Levinson, your father's best friend.

"You can call me Andy." Andrea said embarrassed

"And me Emily" said Emily embarrassed too.