(Mia's private chamber, late at night,Grandmother Clarisse pays her an unexpected visit.**)

(The night before her coronation.)

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Clarisse: Mia, may I have a moment with you?

Mia: Grandmother, what are you doing here? It's past midnight.

Clarisse: I couldn't sleep, and I sensed that you might be feeling troubled for tomorrow. It's your big day afterall.

Mia: *Sighs* You caught me. I've been tossing and turning all night, thinking about... everything.

Clarisse: Everything? Care to elaborate?

Mia: (*Pauses, then blurts out*)
Being a princess, Grandmother. I just don't think I can do it. I'm not cut out for all this royal stuff.

Clarisse: *Raises an eyebrow* And why do you think that?

Mia: Because... because I'm not like you. I don't have your poise, your elegance, your grace, your wisdom and all that royal stuff. I can't even sit through an etiquette lesson without making a mess.

Clarisse: *Chuckles softly* Mia, my dear, being a princess isn't about following a rigid set of rules or copying someone else's behavior. It's about leading with integrity and compassion, qualities that you possess in abundance.

Mia: *Frowns* But what if I mess up? What if I make a fool of myself in front of the entire kingdom and the media?
And God! those papparazi are killing me. They are like vultures, always circling around and waiting for a next scandal to feast on and make a fuss out of nothing!
I-I'm sick of this. I was doing much better as a normal high-schooler than being a so-called "princess."
(Thinking for a bit*)
No,I'm not doing this. I'M GoNna RuN AwAy ToMOrrow MoRniNg and NeVer come back. NEVER!!

Clarisse: *Places a comforting hand on Mia's shoulder* Mia, nobody expects you to be perfect. You're allowed to stumble and make mistakes; that's how we learn and grow. And remember, you're not alone in this journey. You have the support of your family, your friends, especially Lilly and me.

Mia: *Takes a deep breath* I guess you're right, Grandmother. It's just... overwhelming sometimes.

Clasrisse: It's ok dear, you need a good rest. See you tomorrow.

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