leading up to the wedding, i really didn't have much interest in it at all. i caught bits and pieces on the news or in mags, but the more it became this big extravaganza, the more i didn't care about it.
the day before the wedding i had a guest come to the hotel with her daughter for a "royal sleepover." they brought princess nightgowns and tiaras, had high tea and were planning on waking up at 2 am to watch it all go down live. although i love a good pink nighty, and afternoon tea is hands down my favorite thing to do at the hotel, i thought they were ridiculous for making such a big deal about a stupid wedding for a prince that isn't even from their own country.
about 10 hours later, there i was snuggled up on the couch, wearing pink shorts, and possibly tearing up, as i watched every single second leading up to the ceremony, the ceremony itself and maybe even a good chunk of the after the ceremony coverage.
don't judge me. it was beautiful and heartfelt. and i wish i had planned ahead and purchased a tiara to wear while i watched. (and attended st. andrews and fallen in love with will myself.)
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