Wedding: Meg Cabot Royal

“It’s beige ,” she replied, horrified. “You will look like a slightly jaundiced ghost. No. We have commissioned a new tiara. A Meltzer tiara. The diamonds are the size of jawbreakers.”

“Carnations?” I squeaked. “Those are what you get at a gas station when you forget your mom’s birthday.” meg cabot royal wedding

“My dad?” Michael set down his fork. “He lives in Ohio. He sells used tractors. He thinks ‘Genovia’ is a brand of olive oil.” “It’s beige ,” she replied, horrified