What’s on your FINGERS? Are those fake fingernails? Lana has those, too! Oh my God, Mia. You’re turning into Lana Weinberger!
MIA
(unable to take it anymore)
Lilly. Shut up.
MICHAEL
(appearing in the doorway with no shirt on) Whoa.
LILLY
WHAT? WHAT did you just say to me?
MIA
You know what, Lilly? I’m a PRINCESS. I’m the princess of Genovia. And I will ALWAYS be a princess, I can’t escape it, I can’t pretend like it didn’t happen. And as a princess, I will always value princesslike qualities in other people, such as honesty and self-respect and not Doing It with People You Don’t Even Love. Good-bye.
MICHAEL
Whoa.
MIA stomps from the room. LILLY and MICHAEL exchange stunned glances.
Friday, September 10, 1 a.m., the loft
Except, of course, I know now that the whole time—maybe even way back when I was first finding out I’m
a princess—Michael was sleeping with Judith Gershner.
And I didn’t know it.
Because he never told me.
Friday, September 10, 1:30 a.m., the loft
HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM?????
Friday, September 10, 2:15 a.m., the loft
I have to be strong. I HAVE to. He LIED to me. He said maybe it was a good idea for us to TAKE A BREAK.
I can’t just let him get away with that.
Maybe writing some poetry will help.
You thought I gave you up for some
Foolish feminist morals.
You whose head ought to be wreathed
In silver-plated laurels?
For were you not a man?
Was your sex not the best?