Prince Bartholomew bent down one knee and without hesitation, he began to sing:
    "Fair princess, would آپ be mine? Your beauty makes me feel warmer than sunshine. And I can't live another دن without you-"
    Princess مٹر, مصری چنا interrupted. "Yeah, um, hold that thought for a second, would you?" مٹر, مصری چنا turned to her mother. "Is he serious?"
    "Quite," replied Annalynne.
    "I see you're not the romantic duet type," Bartholomew observed. "Alas, آپ are so beautiful that I am unbothered سے طرف کی this quirk. Come, allow me دکھائیں آپ my kingdom."
    Suddenly, Bartholomew scooped مٹر, مصری چنا up and carried her over to his white horse. He put her on سب, سب سے اوپر of it and joined her, signaling her to put his arms around him. They rode off through the gates of the South Kingdom. مٹر, مصری چنا was entranced سے طرف کی the beautiful kingdom. There were hundreds of boutiques and clothing stores as well as an amusement park. But when they arrived at the prince's palace, Pea's jaw dropped. It was the most exquisite قلعہ she'd ever laid eyes on. Hand carved from سب, سب سے اوپر to bottom, all made of white marble that shone in the daylight. Bartholomew helped مٹر, مصری چنا off the horse and took her inside.
    "Well, what do آپ think? I hope you're not put off سے طرف کی the extravagance of it all." کہا Prince Bartholomew. مٹر, مصری چنا was still unsure of how she felt. "Oh, and I hope the clothes my servants picked out for آپ are to your liking." He showed her to a closet and opened the door. مٹر, مصری چنا saw the hundreds of designer gowns and shoes and immediately turned to the prince.
    "So," she said, "When do آپ wanna get hitched?"
    The wedding was planned for the اگلے afternoon. Queen Annalynne made it clear to the قلعہ staff that she wanted everything to be as expensive and beautiful as possible. مٹر, مصری چنا wore a beautiful silk nightgown and crawled into her large bed. She wasn't to see Bartholomew again until the wedding as the traditionalists insisted.
    "Knock, knock," Queen Annaylnne entered the room. "Oh, darling, I'm so happy that you're back to being your old self again."
    "Huh?" مٹر, مصری چنا was intrigued.
    "I knew that as long as آپ saw the fashion and the riches in store for you, you'd agree to marry Prince Bartholomew."
    "Well, I don't think I've gone back to being exactly the way I was before I got banished," مٹر, مصری چنا was slightly offended. "I mean, sure, I still love material things but I treat people better...sometimes..."
    "Lucky آپ don't have to do that anymore," Queen Annalynne winked.
    "For the سیکنڈ time: Huh?" کہا Pea.
    "You're rich again," Queen Annalynne explained. "I mean, the only reason peasants are polite is because they're on the bottom of the social scale and they have to be. Now that you're on سب, سب سے اوپر again, آپ can go back to your old lifestyle. Isn't that wonderful? Anyway, I'm off to bed. Big دن tomorrow."
    Pea didn't sleep that night. All she could think about was Prince Bartholomew and Conrad. Princess مٹر, مصری چنا from about a ماہ پہلے would have gladly accepted the prince's proposal without a سیکنڈ thought and never دیا Conrad the time of day. But as she lay there wondering, مٹر, مصری چنا realized that she just wasn't that same girl anymore. She had changed. And then she wondered to herself: Would marrying Bartholomew mean she hasn't learned anything through her entire experience? مٹر, مصری چنا considered the facts she knew...she knew that Conrad had mysteriously decided to dump her and she knew that a billionaire prince wanted to marry her and give her everything she ever wanted. So it would make sense for her to go through with the marriage...right?
    The اگلے morning, the sky was clear and wedding bells were ringing. مٹر, مصری چنا was exhausted from her lack of sleep but didn't have much time to make up her mind. The قلعہ staff dressed her in the most expensive and extraordinary wedding گاؤن, gown imaginable. Princess مٹر, مصری چنا began to walk down the aisle. Annalynne watched from the front row, contempt with the fact she had convinced مٹر, مصری چنا into this, even though she had resorted to trickery سے طرف کی forging the note from Conrad. Prince Bartholomew waited at the end of the aisle, smiling at her. When she reached him, he lifted her into the air and spun her around twice. مٹر, مصری چنا decided not to make an outburst about how annoying she thought it was that Bartholomew insisted on carrying her everywhere and spinning her around all the time.
    The priest began to deliver the ceremony and the entire crowd of a thousand people watched robotically. Pea's thoughts went elsewhere for a few سیکنڈ when she suddenly realized she was being asked a question...
    "Princess Peanalita, do آپ take Prince Bartholomew to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
    The sassy princess was speechless for the first time in her life.

(End Of Part 23)