You wake up in your small San Francisco bedroom as sunlight streams through the curtains. The alarm clock blares, and you groggily hit the snooze button.

“Mia! Are you up yet?” your mom calls from downstairs.

You drag yourself to the mirror, catching a glimpse of your frizzy hair and askew glasses. “Great,” you mutter, “Another day of looking like a science experiment.”

Heading to the kitchen, your mom cheerfully greets you. “Morning, sweetie! Breakfast?”

“No thanks, Mom,” you sigh, grabbing a piece of toast anyway. Just then, Lilly bursts in. “Mia! Lana’s at it again—wait, are you seriously wearing that?”

You roll your eyes. “Good morning to you too, Lilly.”

Little do you know, today is the start of something extraordinary. You're not just Mia Thermopolis, a regular teen—you're about to find out you're a princess.