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Obviously, not every girl has a princess dream.

Similarly, not every girl is suited to be a princess.

For example, Mia.

When Mia learned of her true identity, she refused. She used all her strength to refuse and fled in panic.

Despite this, the queen had no choice. They needed Mia to step up and announce her succession to the throne at Genovia's grand annual National Day Ball—this was the last lifeline to save the royal family from their predicament.

The next day, the queen personally visited Mia, trying to persuade her.

However, things didn't go as planned.

Mia was angry, frustrated, depressed, annoyed, and scared. Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand to escape reality, the nearly sixteen-year-old girl in her rebellious phase used her own methods to put up sharp defenses, refusing to compromise with life.

In the end, it was Helen who played the peacemaker and mediated the situation—

There was no need to rush the matter.

The queen agreed not to force Mia to make a decision immediately about whether or not to inherit the throne, giving Mia time to process everything.

As a compromise, Mia would cooperate by undergoing princess etiquette training in preparation for the National Day Ball. When the time came, Mia could then make her decision.

Whether they liked it or not, this was the best solution at the moment.

The queen compromised.

Mia reluctantly nodded.

Thus, the drama began.

One moment, Mia just realized she was the Princess of Genovia, and the queen even arranged for a luxurious diplomatic car to take Mia to and from school.

The next moment, back at school, Mia was still the same clumsy, invisible figure, mocked by the cheerleaders and stumbling around like a fool, worrying about all those trivial teenage issues. Even though she had never met her father, she felt regret and emptiness from his death.

Things seemed to have changed, yet somehow remained the same.

After school, Mia immediately rushed to the repair shop to check on her beloved car—

Helen's sixteenth birthday gift to Mia, a vintage Mustang that had been through several owners, but this treasure needed a good overhaul.

From afar, she could hear the sound of a band playing in the garage. It seemed like there was a garage band practicing, but before she had time to think—

The camera cuts.

Gloria was stunned to see Anson playing the keyboard and singing.

The lively and cheerful melody was like sunlight dancing on the summer sea, with the clear and captivating voice lightly bouncing along with the rhythm. The beat of the music seeped into her bloodstream, making her heart skip a beat.

Anson. Wait, that's Anson?

Fashion. Skateboarding. Basketball. Keyboard. Band. Singing?

So, is there anything Anson can't do?

Not just Gloria, but the entire screening room had their attention fixed on the screen. Even the men, though their focus was slightly different—they were more reminded of their youthful band dreams. But the origin didn't matter because all eyes were on Anson—

Completely captivated.

In a white T-shirt and blue shirt, casually dressed yet looking clean and refreshing, a free-spirited charm danced between the black and white keys. The metaphorical candy spilling across the keyboard seemed to fly with every note, and a hint of rebellious boyishness made it impossible for the audience to look away.

Involuntarily, all the girls held their breath—

"She's so lovely!

She's so lovely!"

They shouted with all their might.

And then, Mia appeared.

Michael didn't notice Mia, and Mia didn't notice Michael, but the way their figures crossed paths in the frame made Michael's song completely envelop Mia, becoming the background music for her dazzling entrance. This strange chemistry created a collision of emotions that made the audience want to scream with excitement.

It wasn't until the squirrel-like friends in the garage started to swoon, scream, and melt with adoration that Mia noticed Michael behind her.

"She's a beauty, a perfect ten, yet she likes someone else. What a pity."

"She doesn't know how beautiful she is, and that makes her even more beautiful."

Mia paused for a moment.

Just then, Michael also noticed Mia. Across the garage, the two exchanged glances. Mia greeted him gracefully, only to see a shy and sweet smile spread across Michael's face.

Light and joyful.

The colors from the melody and rhythm collided like a rainbow stretching across the sky, draping the world in vibrant hues that made it impossible not to be enchanted.

Michael's eyes flickered slightly. He was about to look away but then mustered up the courage to look back at Mia, staring at her intently.

Singing loudly.

"You don't know. You don't know. You don't know how beautiful you are."

Mia was completely stunned. Not just by the melody and rhythm, but by the lyrics conveyed through Michael's gaze, which struck her eardrums and heart with a powerful impact. Before she realized what was happening, her heartbeat had already lost its rhythm, drawn deeply into this dazzling summer storm.

Boom, boom, boom.

A roar filled the air.

"I like the way she bites her lip. I like her awkward and clumsy dance moves. I like how she captures my gaze. I like how she has no idea of her own beauty."

The drumbeats were like fireworks, bursting one after another, in thousands and thousands of blooms, freezing time in that moment.

Mia looked deeply at Michael.

Michael focused intently on Mia.

Their heartbeats were out of sync, everything was out of sync, but neither wanted to look away. They stood there, spellbound, letting their hearts beat wildly without rhythm.

Ah, ah, ah!

Gloria felt every cell in her body screaming, the sweet thrill completely overwhelming her rationality. Her arms and legs twisted in excitement.

When she came to the premiere of "The Princess Diaries," she thought she was prepared. It was just a fairy tale, a chick flick, nothing to get overly excited about. But she didn't expect to be so deeply affected, to be completely swept off her feet without warning—

Michael and Mia hadn't even spoken a word to each other.

Not a single word.

Yet! But!

Through just a few simple exchanges of glances and interactions, the emotional arc of the characters was vividly portrayed. The innocence and sweetness of first love were utterly captivating.

Ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah!

Gloria was certain—absolutely certain—that she had fallen for Anson all over again.

Even though the audience wasn't openly communicating, anyone in the Chieftain Theater could undoubtedly feel the pink bubbles filling the air.

Gloria wasn't the only one; the entire room was caught up in a moment of fleeting romance.

Whether it was a fairy tale or a romantic comedy—

The first spark of love had ignited.

Oh.

Soft sighs of melting hearts rippled through the theater, blending with the irregular beats of excited hearts. The line between reality and fiction blurred as the memories from the red carpet at the premiere intertwined with the story unfolding on the screen. The boundary between reality and fantasy quietly vanished, becoming indistinguishable.

Bob Iger held his breath, quietly listening to the audience's reactions. He didn't need to observe or ask to know:

The film was already halfway to success.

At this moment, as he looked at Anson on the big screen again, Bob Iger's attitude subtly shifted once more.