A Story – part 95


Thomas, Lisa and I settled down with some coffee and cake to watch the wedding on local TV. We were lucky that the TV station was showing it, it wasn’t going to be live anywhere else.

We all three feel we “own” this couple.  The problems with Philip, the meeting in the wood and the supper. And then of course the wedding present.  It has been completely finished. The interesting textures on the bronze are wonderful. 

Lisa’s parents arrived to watch with us, so of course Edmund thought it was all for his benefit.

We watched loads of important people arrive. A few heads of state, some other royals, diplomats, politicians, their extended family members – what a lot of them there are. A few who were unknown to the announcer, who must be “just friends”. The men all in suits, a few military uniforms, and the women generally looking very smart, all wearing coats.

It’s a lovely sunny autumn day, a brisk breeze blowing, and the onlookers all in coats and warm hats.  We started to speculate what Anthea would be wearing. Thomas said “It won’t be a “meringue dress’”, she’s too classy for that one. My mother was hoping for a fantasy type dress and looked sad at the thought of something else. She remembered that fabulous wedding back in the 80’s. Lisa said, “I hope she brings a coat”, and we all laughed.

Then Leo arrived, with his father, the Old King, and a nice looking man as his companion. Leo has a cream coloured rose in his buttonhole. He looks rather dashing.

The cameras switched inside. The cathedral looked lovely, flowers all over. The choir in what appeared to be new gowns. The organist who was beginning to look excited. The minister at the front, looking happy and a bit solemn. Hope he doesn’t forget his words.

We watched Leo, his father and friend walk down the aisle together. Instead of being stiff and formal, Leo quietly greeted individuals on the aisle seats and smiled at others. No wonder he is such a popular king, he knows how to charm people by making them feel special.

My mother phoned and was annoyed she couldn’t watch it in our country. We promised to record it all so that she could see it.

The cameras switch to the family exit from the palace.  The gates are opening, two cars come out. 15 minutes until the bride is expected at the cathedral. She is well on time.  We did so want to get a glimpse of her and what she is wearing.

Then of all things, the TV switches to the news. A 5 minute newscast, some political stuff, a flood in some country. And then an announcement that it’s the wedding day here. Back to the cathedral.

The cameras switched inside the cathedral. The cathedral looked lovely, flowers all over, pale colours. The choir in what appeared to be new gowns. The organist who was beginning to look excited. The minister at the front, looking happy and a bit solemn. Hope he doesn’t forget his words.

We watched Leo, his father and friend walk down the aisle together. Instead of being stiff and formal, Leo quietly greets individuals on the aisle seats and smiles at others. No wonder he is such a popular king, he knows how to charm people by making them feel special. Lisa says “I’m glad Anthea is marrying him, he is so much nicer than Philip was”. We all laugh again.

They reach the front of the cathedral. Leo’s friend nervously feeling in his waistcoat pocket. I guess he is the keeper of the rings.

Leo looks at his watch. Then the camera catches him looking at a security man (with a hand held radio) who listens intently, and then shakes his head at Leo and the priest. Leo goes white.

We all gasp and start to discuss what could be wrong.

I look at my watch, it is quarter past. If her car isn’t here yet and she getting out, then she is late.

 

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