Everything was beautiful - I particularly loved her dress. I was surprised that it wasn't as bold as Princess Diana's dress, but it was definitely classic and timeless. Truly fit for a princess. It was very lovely.
Watching the wedding reminded me of a joke between me and my cousin, Julia. While visiting her in Italy about two years ago, I confessed that, like every little girl, I had dreamed of marrying Prince William when I was younger. I wanted to be a princess. I mean, I certainly acted the part - all I needed was the official title! We both agreed that I was destined for royalty and we devised an imaginary plan to accomplish just this.
Julia was to start a bakery in London. She would quickly make a name for herself and the locals would not be able to resist her delicious treats. As such, the prince would become a regular visitor of her bakery. Then, one day, while the prince was selecting his desserts, Julia would slyly suggest that her cousin would be a perfect match for him. Enter me. Beautiful as ever. He wouldn't be able to resist.
It was foolproof.
But, as fate would have it, I met a Texas grad at a Baylor happy hour. And the mission was aborted soon after. Obviously. And I have been thanking God ever since.
