A Million Times More

by Curious Girl

Over two decades ago I met the love of my life. We promised each other for better or worse, to go through ups and downs and stick together no matter what. He tells me he loves me a million times more than yesterday. But where is his love when I am left alone? This is us: A million times better and a million times worse. Final part of the Torn Apart series!

36. Chapter 36

Prince George and Lorelai Bolton paint with pupils at elementary school!

Prince George and his fiancée visited the Londonderry elementary school in Primrose Hill. Aside from being surrounded by adorable children for their three hour long stay, which is highly unusual for royals, the couple participated in an art class. The couple was asked by one of the pupils to paint a picture and each didn't hesitate to take a seat, pick up a brush and dip it into the water colours.

Turns out the future King of England is a very good painter. He's no Rembrandt but his future wife might as well be the next Van Gogh! She painted a crystal vase which was filled with a bouquet of pink peonies that experts very much reminded of Van Gogh's famous sunflowers! The very precise painting revealed not only Bolton's favourite flowers, and possibly part of her wedding bouquet, but also that her parents always have fresh peonies in their house. While no one knows where exactly Rory's childhood home is, it is very likely to be nearly as pompous as the Kensington Palace.

Miss Bolton broke Royal protocol by wearing a dark pair of skinny jeans by Paige and a chambray shirt by . She paired the look with black velvet heels by Manolo Blahnik. The outfit has sold out just an hour after the couple returned to Nottingham Cottage.

Astrologists asks her cards about Prince George and his fiancé - and the result is mouth dropping!

Every numerologist and astrologist on the internet has been going nuts ever since Prince George announced his engagement to Lorelai Bolton. The internet is bursting with their discovery - and what a shocking discovery it is!

Turns out George and Lorelai are fated soulmates! That's right. Fated. Soulmates.

Specialists have analysed both of their dates, times and locations of birth to create their Astro synastry chart report. Her planets are in the left and his in the right. The angle between the planets is in the middle.

Rory's Descendant is Conjunct his Moon. The Descendant is our ideal partner and the Moon is emotions and nurturing. The angle is CONJUNCT meaning the planets are in exact alignment creating intensity between these two planets. The Moon person sees the Descendant as their ideal emotional soulmate. These two share their secrets to each other. They also share humanitarian work. They were fated to meet and fall in love with one another, so quickly that when George was asked when did he knew Rory was the one and he answered the very first time they met, it couldn't be more true.

Love at first sight is real.

And those two embody it perfectly.

Unlike George's parents - who are Twinflames and Twinflames come together to help with the ascension of mankind - these two are the real deal. Their love is unshakable. Their connection is unbreakable. Fated couples also share a soul contract to alter each other's lives in the most beautiful way. Children are in the near future for those two - and it may even rain with babies.

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The next few weeks are a media-nightmare, giving us a glimpse of how the rest of our live are going to be like. The press still follows every family member like never before. I thought it was bad when the press found out Rory and George were dating but this... this is a lot worse. We're covering the tabloids daily and I'm sure the gossip blogs get updated hourly by whatever shit they come up with about us. My oldest daughters can't leave their homes without protection. Caroline and Isabella are scared as hell from all those flashy cameras that suddenly watch their every move. Nate tries to go in and out of Kensington Palace as secretive as possible. Ever since the first family photo that the press took at George and Rory's press conference for their engagement, rumours have been swirling around of Nate and Charlotte dating, too. Some tabloids labelled my family as the Bolton Clan, like we're part of the mafia that's invading the Royal Family. Total bullshit but I guess that's what comes with the global interest in my family. Reporters have even found out where we live in Richmond, so now whenever we leave our property the whole world will see that now. Cameras, news reporters and paparazzi are everywhere. It's horrible.

But I'd go through that again without a doubt.

Because I see how in love Rory and George are. I see the love that I've seen with Ana and Sasha as well as Della and Wlad. So naturally, I want her to be just as happy. She deserves a life full of happiness - only her happiness will be under the global lens. But that seems to be a change Rory is willing to make.

I take a sip of my coffee as I watch my husband cutting the peonies in our rose garden. He planted those peonies over 30 years ago and they blossomed every single year. I can't believe we've already lived in those house for three decades. Time has flown by so quickly. It feels like yesterday that I was waddling through the kitchen being 42 weeks pregnant with Adaline... or the day when we brought Ana home... or the day when the triplets were running through the house, chasing one another... or the day when Elias, Cal and Gideon jumped on the trampoline on their holiday this year. Troy loves when the boys are home. He always wanted to have more testosterone in the house and luckily the last three children were boys, which means it's even between girls and boys in our family.

Never in the world would I have thought I'd have eight children one day.

Elias, Calloway and Gideon all want to follow their siblings footsteps, which means Le Rosey right now and Oxford afterwards. They're already as ambitious as their siblings.

It's weird to have the house for ourselves right now. At least until the next holiday or our next monthly dinner when the whole family comes over.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door unlocking fills the silence in the house. I can hear whispers that are unmistakably coming from my oldest daughter, my grandchildren and her husband. A second later I can hear many running feet.

"Grandma!" I hear their sweet voices before turning around. Caroline and Isabella Bolton are blessed with light blonde curls and light grey eyes that have an inner circle of glowing navy around their pupils. Those eyes, which have a central Heterochromia as Della explained to me, alone make them one of the most wanted targets of the paparazzi. I know that Wlad has given them the grey eyes and Della the curls, but the blonde hair? Wlad told me that his mother had blonde hair and Diana as well as Luc have blonde hair, too... so maybe that's where they got their angel like hair colour from. They run over to me and I wrap my arms around them.

"I missed you, my little angels!" I kiss their heads and lift them both up. I never would have thought that my youngest son and my two granddaughters would separate just a few months. It's a weird coincidence but also very fitting for my family. We've always been unconventional. This is just another point that's getting added to that list.

"Where's grandpa?" Caroline asks me.

"Picking up flowers from the rose garden." I turn around and point at the window where Troy is still busy with the peonies. He has cut six big pink peonies so far but there are about fifty more. It's a beautiful part of our backyard, maybe even my favourite. "Do you want to help him?"

They both nod and I let them down to the floor again. They open the French glass door in the kitchen before running through our backyard. They run over to Troy, who is facing them with his back, before surprising him by jumping on him as he bends down to place another peony into the wooden basket.

"What's the situation out there?" I ask Wlad and Della before turning around.

"I increased the quantity." Wlad answers before sitting down at one of the Royal blue velvet bar stools in front of the white marbled kitchen island.

"It took us five minutes to get to the gates. The reporters and paparazzi are insane!" Della says while shaking her head.

"How are the girls taking it?"

Wlad sighs, "That's why we're here."

I frown, "Has something happened?"

"I got a job offer." Della starts and brushes through her chestnut curls. "Another wonder-child project as the media is going to call it." She rolls her navy eyes at the words.

"I don't follow."

"I got a job offer to be part of a team that wants to heal Alzheimer's." She explains. "As I found a cure for Parkinson's, they think I can do the same for Alzheimer's and honestly, that disease has been on my list anyway... plus Parkinson's and Alzheimer's are very similar diseases when it comes to the biology."

"Della, that's great!"

"In Geneva." Wlad adds with a dark gaze at his wife. He's clearly not happy about it.

My mouth falls open. "G-Geneva?"

Della sighs. "I know it's not really around the corner-"

"It's in a different country!" I say as I hear Troy walking into the kitchen. I turn around. "Have you known this?!"

"Known what?"

"That they're moving to Switzerland!"

Troy's blue eyes widen before he looks at his daughter. "What?!" He asks them shocked.

"We are not moving anywhere. I got a job offer and I wanted to hear your opinion."

"I'll be outside." Wlad says before leaving us alone with our daughter.

"Della, you don't need our opinions. You already made up your mind." Troy says.

"I'll be closer to Elias, Cal and Gideon when they're at Le Rosey."

"So you're moving." I point out.

She shrugs. "The girls are starting to have a hard time at school as well."

"Moving to a different country won't change that. The interest in Rory and us is global."

"Yeah but I'll have decent work hours. I could be home at time and bring the girls to bed every night. I could-"

"Have you thought about cutting time off here?" I interrupt her.

Della sighs, "I think Switzerland is the right choice as for now."

"Good, then you made your decision." My husband says with a nod.

"Yeah but I didn't want to shock you again as I did when we came clean with our relationship." She says with a shrug before meeting Troy's gaze.

He smiles at her before grabbing her left hand. "Della, you live your own life. You made it clear that you won't let anyone tell you what to do. You're as headstrong as your mother and you love as passionately as me. If you feel like Switzerland is the best choice for you and your family than you should move."

Is he fucking kidding me?!

"Really?" Della asks her Dad.

He nods, "Yeah. I'm not going to be able to hold you back and neither is your Mom."

I gulp. I don't want her to live that far away from us. "How's Wlad going to work things out with his firm?"

"Stefan will be his stand-in here. I guess he's going to have a lot of video conferences and work from home most of the time. Maybe he's going to fly to London every month or so."

"And does that sound fair?" I ask her.

I must've hit a button because her gaze suddenly turns dark. "I don't know, do 7 million sick people sound fair to you?!" She hisses back before placing her hand on her hip. "Alzheimer's as bad as Parkinson's and if there's the slight chance that I can help find a cure for it than I have to do this."

I gulp. "But Della, ripping the girls out of their environment-"

"The girls will do just fine." She ensures me. "They can speak German, Russian and English fluently. Luckily they aren't as highly gifted or talented as me which makes socialising a lot easier for them."

I frown, "Did you get them tested?"

She nods. "They have each a high IQ but are fairly normal aside from that."

"Will you send them to a special school?"

She shrugs. "We haven't decided yet. Maybe to Le Rosey with Elias, Calloway and Gideon. That way they'd have each other, not that I'm concerned with their social life."

"That's smart."

"We'll see how things will turn out."

---

Royal movie: Prince George and Lorelai get their own movie!

Lifetime is doing it again! After filming a movie of the Prince and Princess of Wales' meeting as well as two movies about the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, Lifetime has started the casting for the roles of Prince George and Lorelai Bolton!

It is expected that the movie will cover the couple's meeting, Lorelai's short tennis career that was fully supported by the Prince and his family, their graduation from Swiss elite boarding school Le Rosey, the devastating scandal that happened after the Queen's death, their elopement after the scandal, their time at Oxford Medical School and the engagement.

The Prince revealed in the engagement interview that he had asked Lorelai the day before their graduation from Oxford Medical School, however Kensington Palace didn't announce the engagement for another six months. What His Royal Highness and his girlfriend have done in that time is mostly unknown. They lived in Nottingham Cottage, the same Cottage that was last occupied by the Duke and Duchess of Sussex before the arrival of their firstborn. The couple was spotted using the helicopter to fly off of the Kensington Palace's ground quite frequently. Kensington Palace said in the engagement announcement that the Prince and his girlfriend have been working for the Royal Airforce Medical Service in Scotland, so that's probably where they have been flying to.

As for now, it is unknown if there will be another movie covering their wedding and possible future baby like the second movie about the Duke and Duchess of Sussex.

The movie will premier one day before the Royal wedding in August 2047.

---

I walk down the pathed ways on the Harvard's campus with my husband next to me. Students from all over the world are walking past us, some recognise us and others are too focused on their books or smartphones. It's quite warm on this late spring day. Jo has been studying here for a year, yet I haven't had a chance to visit her with my husband. Until today.

Boston is beautiful with its Georgian and Victorian architecture. It reminds me of London - of home. Maybe this is why Jo chose Harvard over Stanford and Yale. It's far away from the madness that's happening in London right now, yet it has the same flair as her hometown.

We stop at the impressive red bricked Georgian building that's the Harvard Business School. There are four white pillars with a roof at the entrance. It looks quite similar to Ana's home.

We're meeting our daughter for coffee as this is the only time she has.

"I like the building." I whisper as we walk inside. The wide foyer is made out of marble. There are signs which tell us the way. The café is to our left.

"Yeah, maybe I should have gone to Harvard instead of Yale." Troy agrees with me.

"I can definitely picture a 19 year old Troy within these walls." I smirk at him as we turn left. The modern cafe is filled with students working on their MacBooks or reading books. A few students are chatting but it's still quite. Everyone is focused on their studies.

I spot my daughter sitting at one of the round wooden tables. Her long chestnut waves are pulled back into a ponytail. Just like me, she's dressed in a linen dress. Hers is bright blue while I chose a deep purple dress. In front of her are three cups of coffee and her open MacBook. Just like most of the students here, she's working on an essay or other stuff for class.

"There she is." I point at her and Troy walks around the many round tables. I follow him until we finally reach our daughter.

Sensing us, our daughter looks up just before we stop across her. "Daddy!" She shows him a 1000 watt smile before rising from the chair and embracing him tightly.

"How are you doing, Sweetie?" He asks her, reflecting the smile.

"Busy." She answers before embracing me. "I missed you, Mom." She whispers into my left ear.

My heart cracks in my chest. "I missed you, too." My voice is a broken whisper and I try very hard to not burst into tears. I can't believe she's already been a year at Harvard Business School.

"I bought you guys some coffee. It's not as good as at home but it does the job." She says as we all sit down around the table. She hands her father a cup first before giving me a cup.

"Are the people here leaving you alone?"

"No. But not because of Rory." She says and taking a sip of her coffee. "They are bugging me because of you two. The name Bolton is more popular than some British Royal."

"Really?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah but don't worry. It's fine. I have my circle of friends so I'm good."

"Don't forget the name Bolton opens you doors." Troy reminds her. "But people also want to exploit you for it."

She nods, "Trust me, I've learned my lessons."

"Good." My husband nods before taking a sip.

"What about men?" I ask her.

Troy chokes on his coffee.

"Mom!"

"What? You're a stunning women. I'm sure you don't spend the nights alone in your bed."

"Not in front of Daddy!" Our daughter blushes.

"Whoever you're seeing, I hope you're using protection." Troy says before narrowing his light blue eyes at her.

"Of course!" She breathes out, shocked that her father talks about sex so openly.

"Good. Because just like your mother said, you are a really beautiful young lady and you need to keep that in mind. You have the beauty and the brain, Josephine. Use both when picking out your men."

Our daughter blushes even more. "Can we please change the subject? I'm not feeling very comfortable talking about my sex life with my parents." She begs us. "How long are you guys here?"

"We have a red-eye tonight. We're flying to Bali next." Troy answers her question.

"You guys are actually going on holiday?" Jo asks me.

I nod, "No, not really. It's for Relentless ' 30th anniversary. I decided to give them some time off. Ten days on a tropical island will be good."

Jo nods, "Can we still have dinner tonight together?"

"Of course."

"Good because there's this really good place."

"And maybe we'll meet your boyfriend?"

Jo rolls her eyes at my question before leaning forward. "Mom, stop it. I'm not dating anyone. I'm in my last year here. I'm fully focused on my studies. The Americans here think they're so brilliant, but really they have no idea. I will kick their asses and graduate as best of the class. It's what I've done at Le Rosey, Oxford and now I will leave Harvard that way."

"Jo,"

"And when I come back to London you better already have my office set up for me. White marble on the floor, glass desk, pink peonies and a killer view over the city." She tells us before looking at her father. "Don't get too used to Liam because in a year I will replace him."

"He's doing a really good job." Troy answers.

"Of course he is. It's in his blood. But it's in my blood more." She says and leans back again. "Besides, the two of you weren't here if you weren't so sure that Liam was doing a good job."

She really knows us.

---

The Capital Grille is a typical American Steakhouse type of restaurant. The food sizes are huge unlike the European cuisine, where the sizes are tiny. We're sitting in a niche, away from the noisy people. The lights are dimmed and classical music is being played by a pianist. The menu is exquisite but the portion size is so big that a whole family could get full easily. That's why Troy and I have shared the appetiser, the Dry Aged Poterhouse Steak and the coconut cream pie. The only thing we didn't share was our wine. Because I like white wine while Troy prefers red - just like Jo. We've talked the whole evening with our daughter until my iPhone rang to signalise our flight to Bali that would departure in an hour.

Our daughter's bright blue eyes have watched us closely through the whole dinner - just like now.

"What?" I ask her as I finish the slice from coconut cream pie.

She only shakes her head, "It's ridiculous how madly in love you guys are. No wonder Rory fell for a Prince like in a damn fairytale." She says in her British accent. I thought it would wear off after a year, but to my surprise it didn't change at all.

"The portion sizes are enormous!" I complain with a shrug. "What else are we suppose to do? You know we hate wasting food."

She takes another sip of her coffee. "I do because you guys raised me after all."

"Do you like Boston?" Troy asks her.

Josephine nods, "It's not London but it is quite charming. There are some nice parks and really nice places to shop. But staying in shape is hard with all the delicious food here."

"What about college parties?"

Jo rolls her sky blue eyes at me, "Mom, if I wanted to party I'd go to a more appropriate place. College parties are for freshmen who want to get drunk as quickly as possible."

"But you made friends, right?"

Jo sighs, "You guys really don't have to worry about my social life. Yes, I have made friends whom I regularly see. We go out to have fun and we have study sessions together."

"I just want to make sure you're alright, Sweetie." I whisper and squeeze her hand.

"I'm fine. I like Boston but I miss home." She puts another spoonful of vanilla ice cream into her mouth. "I miss some really good fish'n'chips."

I chuckle, "Oh, you're really missing London."

Troy raises his hand to signalise the waiter that we want to the bill for this special evening. Within the blink of an eye the waiter appears with a black folder that has the bill in it.

"I do." Jo says with a shrug. "I even miss the crazy colourful Notting Hill!" She says with a smile on her lips. "America is so different. The people are so warm and nice but I miss the British humour. I mean, none of my American friends get my jokes!"

I giggle, "I'm sure there are Brits in Harvard as well."

"All the people from Europe know who I am because my twin sister is marrying the Prince of England, so I'd rather not get into contact with them. And the Americans know who I am because of you guys. You're one of the most successful people in the world, so they think I'm arrogant." She says as Troy pays the bill and gives a nice tip. "Which I totally am. I've got that from you, Daddy." She looks at Troy with a grin on her lips.

I chuckle. All of m children are arrogant. It's part of the Bolton genes. "Okay, we have to get going. Otherwise we'll miss our flight." I say and rise from the chair.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks for visiting me."

"Any time."

Troy kisses her right cheek, "We'll see you in two weeks in Paris."

"Does Rory really need all of us? I have so much to do-" she shuts up as I narrow my eyes at her.

"We'll do the same for you when you get married."

"I'm not sure I'll ever get married." She mumbles.

I embrace her. "Don't stress too much about your studies, okay?"

She nods, "Don't forget to set up my office." She reminds us with a smirk as I let go of her. "Have a safe flight to Bali."

---

Royal rockstars: Why George and Lorelai are so different!

George and Lorelai seem to do their own thing all the time. The Prince and the tennis superstar have been an item since they were both 15. George supported his girlfriend on her way of becoming a tennis superstar. They couple survived a scandal when Lorelai famously walked behind the coffin of the Queen beside Prince George, His Majesty The King, the Prince and Princess of Wales. It was an historic moment in which a commoner simply didn't belong.

But not so according to Prince George, His Majesty The King and The Queen herself. In another historic moment, Kensington Palace and Clarence House stepped out to build a protection shield for Lorelai, the commoner who has been at George's side since eight years by then.

Then at last even the Brits understood that this girl would not go anywhere - she was here to stay. Fast forward half a year and Kensington Palace has announced their engagement and in less than three months there will be a Royal wedding.

With of course a Royal movie for the nation.

But how will Lorelai and George change the Royals? What King and Queen will they be one day?

---

I tilt my head back to have a better look at the Ulun Danu Temple in Indonesia. We're at the edge of Baratan Lake in Bedgul in Bali. After the big celebration of Relentless' 30th year yesterday, most of my employees have decided to stay at the St. Regis Resort and cure their hangovers. But Troy and I didn't drink so much last night so we're pretty energetic this morning. Which is why we woke up at five in the morning and drove to the Temple to see the sun rising over the Baratan Lake. It was a breathtaking view which Troy used to take as many photos of us with his trusty Nikon as possible. Yesterday morning we hiked up the Mount Batur, which stands at 1,700 meters above sea level. It is one of the most famous volcanoes in Bali. We reached the top just in time to watch the spectacular sunrise over the crater and the mountain was encircled by a stunning lake. My husband took some stunning photos of not only the sunrise but also of us. I'm sure some of them are going to get framed and hang on the walls of our hallways at home pretty soon.

We used a traditional Jukung boat to get to the temple as it's in the middle of the lake. The temple has 11 roofs that are devoted to worship Vishnu and the lake Goddess "Dewi Danu". Next to it are two other temples with three roofs and holy water. It's absolutely stunning.

I wince as the camera clicking fills my ears. "Could you stop taking photos of me and just be in the moment?" I ask my husband who chuckles at my reaction.

"I want to remember every second we spend together." Troy is wearing a straw hat that matches his beige linen outfit. I love seeing him so carefree with his aviator sunglasses and flip flops.

"But you don't need photos for that." I point out as he hangs the camera around his neck using the loop. "It's a beautiful temple, isn't it?" I've gone for a simple white linen dress with sandals as well. It's early but also very humid already.

He nods before places his hands on my shoulders. It's only seven in the morning but it's already humid and hot. "It's magical. All these many shrines that are dedicated to different gods and the ornate architecture with the intricate carved gates." He agrees with me before kissing my left cheek. "Coming here was a brilliant idea."

"And visiting the monkeys in the Monkey Forest will be even better." I promise him with a grin on my lips.

"Then we have to get back to the hotel so I can change the memory card of my Nikon."

"You better pack an extra one because we're spending the afternoon at the Titra Empul and evening at the Uluwatu Temple." I remind him. The Tirta Empul was used as a location in the film Eat, Pray, Love which featured Julia Roberts. This temple complex sits just outside of Ubud and is made up of a number of pools which are filled by waters there are said to be sacred and Hindus from all over Bali go there to bathe. Anyone can swim in the waters or can walk around the complex and check out the pretty architecture and plethora of ornate statues. It's one of the places in Bali I definitely wanted to visit during our trip here.

The Monkey Forest is for Troy. It is a Hindu temple complex in Ubud and also one of its main complex is full of over 500 monkeys and the three temples that still stand here date from the 14th century. The entire area is a nature reserve and you can walk around and take in the scenery as well as take photographs of the monkeys. You can buy bananas to feed the primates from the main entrance but I read online, if you have anything else on you like sunglasses or water bottles the monkeys have been known to grab what they can from visitors.

Troy's Nikon will love the Monkey Forest.

Just like the Uluwatu Temple. It's one of the most famous sights in Bali and stands 70 meters above the sea. The temple was constructed on the side of a cliff overlooking the raging waters below and is known for its monkey population and you can also catch a range of shows here such as famous Balinese dances.

"Maybe I should plan our trips again."

I grin, "No. I like a jam packed day - just like you."

"I like spending the nights in the bed with you."

"They're my favourite part of the day as well. But this," I look back at the temple in front of us. "is worth waking up so early."

"No, but the smile on your lips right now definitely is."

---

I brush through my hair as I watch the sun rising over the ocean. The jungle is in front of me before the deep blue ocean. We're staying in a villa at the St. Regis Resort in Nusa Dua, Bali. Nusa Dua is known for being one of the most expensive parts of the island but the private beaches are worth it. It's a great place to relax for a few days away from the crowds and we spent time sunbathing and enjoyed spa treatments.

My employees are staying in luxury rooms in the main hotel, while Troy and I booked a villa. Kelsi and Ryan are staying in another villa. I loved the last ten days here. I enjoyed dancing the nights away in the bars with my husband and spending the days at the beach. We even went snorkelling and hiking together.

And the nights were spent in bed. I can't even remember the last time we had so much sex. The last few years have been filled with so much work that we had completely forgotten to take care of our relationship.

Flying here was the right choice.

I stare at my naked left ring finger. On the finger tip there's a plaster. I can't believe I got bitten by a monkey when I fed him with a banana. And I surely can't believe that his monkey colleague stole my wedding band and emerald eternity ring that I got for our 25th wedding anniversary from Troy, while I fed his friend. It was stupid of me to walk into the Monkey Forest being well aware that those monkeys steal everything that's on or with you. From sunglasses to, well, my wedding rings. The monkeys didn't touch Troy's platinum wedding ring because it doesn't sparkle nearly as much as mine did.

I can't believe they're gone!

I wince as his arms wrap around my body. His body warmth radiates behind me. It feels good against the cold air on this early morning. Only in his arms, I feel safe.

He kisses my left cheek. "Good morning. "

I lean back against his strong chest. "Morning."

"I'll get you new rings." My husband promises me.

I sigh, "It's not about the value. I wore them for 30 and five years! They were a part of me." I shrug, "They held so many memories..."

"We'll make new memories."

"Yeah and next time I read about animals who like to steal things I believe it." I turn around in his embrace. "From now on, you will plan our holidays again."

He chuckles, "No Monkey Forests."

I grin, "No Monkey Forests." I agree. "I can't believe we're already flying back today."

"We can prolong our stay."

"No we can't. Rory has her dress fitting tomorrow in Paris. She asked us to come, remember?"

"Right. I might meet you guys in Paris, though. I have a meeting there tomorrow."

"See? We can't just stay longer in this paradise."

---

Chanel on 52 Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris is on lockdown. The luxury brand is known for classic cuts and timeless beauty. Their handbags are known all over the world. It's the brand that's been replicated the most in the whole world. Karl Lagerfeld's death was a huge lost to the brand but his right hand Virginie Viard has continued the brand's success.

We met her at the back entrance. The windows of the posh store have been blocked with black curtains to keep away any paparazzi but then again so did the stores of Dior, Louis Vuitton and Hermes in Paris and Alexander McQueen, Burberry and Carolina Herrera in London to keep the secret that's Rory's wedding dress. She chose Chanel for the dress to get married in and Alexander McQueen for the dress to dance in the whole night. Carolina Herrera will make my dress, Burberry will tailor the page boys outfits which will mirror George's uniform. Louis Vuitton will make Nate's tuxedo and Hermes will tailor Troy's tuxedo. Dior will make the dresses for the flower girls. Valentino will provide the dresses for my daughters. Alexander McQueen will tailor the maid of honour's dress. Jo has been working with Sarah Burton very closely.

Bets have been placed as soon as the news of her engagement to Prince George broke out. There are bets on how she's going to wear her hair at the wedding day to her shoes and of course the designer of the most famous wedding gown in the whole world.

We met Virgine in her atelier above the Chanel store. The whole 500 square meters atelier is empty expect for the people who have been working on her dress for the last eight months. We didn't see the dress yet, all we saw were Virgine's drawings which were gorgeous.

But I can't wait to see those drawings put into life.

"Champagne?" Virgine asks us but we all shake our heads. "Alright, the dress is already on its way."

Ana is chatting with a tailor that's working on something. I think afterwards she'll definitely want to go downstairs and buy the whole store. Jo is looking around the impressive halls of this Parisian apartment. There is a row of stunning transom windows overlooking the Champs-Élysées, but white curtains keep the drones that are circle all over Paris from getting a peak inside. Upon Rory's request, we all traveled to Paris using the Eurostar. She said she wanted to feel normal at least once before getting married in less than two weeks. But of course when you're the royal bride there is no such thing as normal. Not even when you choose to travel by train to Paris instead of using our jet. In the end we had to book the whole first class of the train to fit in the many security men that came along. My daughter's the most famous bride in the world that means she's also one of the biggest targets there is right now. She's in constant danger whether she likes it or not.

But she definitely enjoyed the train ride from London to Paris. I haven't seen her this happy in a while. The wedding planning is stressing her. So it's nice to get out of the city with all of my daughters and enjoy a day in the city of love.

Della opens one of the curtains and looks outside, seeing a stunning view over Paris. "You know, the last time I was here I got engaged."

"You do realise I'm the only unmarried Bolton woman left, do you?" Josephine asks her, tucking a piece of her chestnut hair behind her left ear.

Adaline tuns around and closes the curtain again, "No pressure. Maybe you'll find him at Harvard."

She shrugs, "I'm not going there to shag as many men as possible."

"Jo!" I cry out before my girls all burst out of laughter.

"What? It's true. I'm going there for my masters degree in international business. I mean, some of us has to step into Mom's and Dad's shoes!" She looks at her here siblings, "Surgeon," she points at Della, "shrink, surgeon, Olympician, tennis world record holder and future Queen of England" she continues while pointing at Rory, "And psychic that's pretending to be a surgeon." She says to Ana. We all laugh at Jo's words.

"I'm surprised you didn't go to med school as well. I feel like it runs in the Bolton genes." Ana tells her.

She leans forward, "Out of all of you, I am like Daddy the most."

Della bursts out of laughter,"Yeah right and I'm the Queen of England. Oh no wait. That's our sister."

Rory shakes her head, "Queen Consort."

Della waves with her hand, "Whatever. George bows to you so whole England will bow to you."

"True." My youngest daughter admits with a smirk on her lips.

"Actually, it'll not only be England-"

"We know, Anapedia." Jo interrupts her sister.

Della giggles, "No one has called you that in ages!"

Ana blushes, "I thought I'd lost the nickname when I married Sasha."

"You'll never loose that one. Not as long as I'm still around to remind you." Jo grins at her green eyed sister.

"Mom, where are your rings?" Della asks me as her navy eyes stare at my naked left ring finger. My daughters all turn their eyes on me.

"A monkey stole them." I say with a shrug.

Jo and Rory burst out of laughter.

"Was that a joke?" Della asks me confused.

I shake my head. "Your Dad and I visited a Monkey Forest in Bali... turns out when the tourist guide warns you to not wear anything on you like sunglasses or hats because the monkeys like to steal those things, you better listen. While I fed one monkey, his friend slipped off my wedding rings and bit me into my finger when I fought to get them back."

"And where was Dad during all that?" Ana asks me.

"Taking photos of other monkeys with his Nikon."

Della rolls her eyes at my words. "Typical."

"But don't worry. We're going to some jeweller's shops after this."

"So, Rory's wedding dress fitting is just a point to tick off on your list?" Jo asks me with a grin.

I shake my head. "Of course not!"

"But Daddy didn't loose his wedding ring, did he?" Ana asks me concerned.

"No. Turns out sparkling gems after prettier than just platinum."

"They didn't notice the row of emeralds on the inside then." Jo says, causing Della and Ana to chuckle.

Jo looks at her older sister, "How's Switzerland?"

Della shrugs, "I wouldn't know. We haven't moved there yet. As for now I'm commuting between London and Geneva."

"You are?" Ana asks her.

Della nods. "The jet takes off at half past seven every morning and I'm home for dinner at eight. Five days a week. It's not ideal but it's better than moving into a house we don't like."

"So, you're still looking?" Jo asks.

"Yeah. It took me seven years to find a cure for Parkinson's, it's going to take me at least as much for Alzheimer's, probably more."

"How are the girls doing?" I ask her.

"Better. The classmates aren't bugging them anymore but we're still thinking of a transfer."

"To Le Rosey?" Ana asks.

Her bigger sister shrugs, "Probably. Wlad is up for it but me... I don't want to be away from them."

She feels just like me before I sent the triplets there. "It's your call. I was hesitant as well but look at your siblings - they turned out just fine."

"Yeah and one of them is going to be the next Queen of England." Jo says with a grin on her lips.

"Queen Consort." Rory corrects her.

Her older sister waves with her hand. "Whatever."

"Anyways, we're here because of me, remember?" Rory asks them.

"Yeah, Mom had to book the whole first class of the Eurostar for you. How could we forget?" Della notices dryly before sticking out her tongue.

Suddenly the white wooden double doors swing open and I watch my husband walking inside in a light grey suit. I watch how the mouths of our daughters all drop open.

"Daddy," Rory's high pitched voice echoes through the atelier.

"Sorry, I got stuck in traffic. Did I miss it?" He asks me.

I shake my head with a soft smile on my lips.

"I thought you had to work." Rory whispers.

"I wouldn't miss seeing you in your wedding dress. I saw Ana in her wedding gown before the wedding and Della at her finale fitting. I won't stop now. Nothing can keep me from being here with you today."

Especially not our multi billion pound business.

"But we're taking the jet home. You've had your fun, the people snapped you at the Gare Saint-Lazare, you showed how normal you can be but please get your ass into our jet for the way home." He begs our youngest daughter.

She nods before embracing him, "You've got yourself a deal." She says to him.

Della narrows her eyes at Josephine, "And you're supposed to be like Dad the most?"

Jo blushes but keeps her tongue. My girls are all like their Dad. They're strong and fearless. They're loyal and kind. But they can also be very arrogant.

It's in their blood.

The sounds of many thuds fill my ears and I turn around to see a group of employees carrying in what's Rory's wedding gown. They carefully carry the dress into another room that's attached to this long show room with hardwood floor.

"We're ready for you to put it on, Miss Bolton." Virgine says in fluent French.

Rory nods before walking to the door. She stops in the open doorway and turns around, "It's going to take a while. Maybe you should have some champagne. To ease your nerves." She suggests before disappearing in the room.

As on cue, employees from Chanel come in with trays filled with flutes of champagne. "Did anyone see the dress on her?"

My girls shake their heads.

"But Rory had countless fittings here." Jo answers before taking a sip of her champagne. My daughter has been flying here at least once a month to get fitted over the last eight months. Because she used our jet and a chauffeur from the Royals, no one but Virgine knew who and what they were working for. This kind of privacy also enabled her to slip in and out of Paris without getting noticed once. Except for today when she wanted to get noticed. The press will think it was a coincidence, that they caught her taking the EuroStar to Paris but they have no idea this was a set up.

Virgine and her employees had to sign a confidentiality agreement with Clarence House, but on the day of wedding and afterwards Virgine can give as many interviews as she wants.

"She's going to be unforgettable no matter what she wears." Ana says with a small smile on her lips.

On cue the double white doors swing open. "Êtes-vous prêt?" Virgins asks us.

We all nod and she steps aside.

I can feel how my breath gets stuck in my lungs as I watch my daughter walking over to us. My eyes widen as I can see the dress that she's going to wear to the ceremony at Westminster Abbey. The designing process was filled with endless sketches, exchanging of ideas and constant changes of the details.

After all, it must be considered that the wedding will be at Westminster Abbey so the dress has to guarantee a certain presence and historical importance, while remaining modern at the same time. The dress will be compared to not only the wedding dress of the Princess of Wales, but also to the dress of Lady Diana, the Duchess of Sussex and Princess Eugenie. I knew it had to be a dress that had to be outstanding in order to not get lost in the huge Abbey. It had to make a statement.

But I didn't expect it to make such a statement.

The ivory wedding gown has long sheer silk sleeves with silk covered buttons. Grace Kelly, Princess Margret as well as the Princess of Wales inspired the wedding dress. Virginie Viard did an outstanding job with the boat cut neckline in sheer silk so the sweetheart neckline from the silk floral laced covered narrow bodice underneath is still visible, similar to the wedding dress of the Princess of Wales. The A-cut silk ivory dress has flowers stitched on the organza skirt. The organza and the sheer silk sleeves take away the heaviness of the dress. It appears light and airy, Rory's going to swan down the aisle. The flower application starts at the very edge of the six meter long train and grows up until her tight waist.

"What do you guys think?" She asks with a small smile on her lips.

"Rory..." I breathe out with tears in my eyes.

She looks gorgeous! She looks like the next Queen of England.

"It's such a masterpiece!" Ana says before walking over to her to look at the stitching and lace. "Rory you combined tradition with modernity perfectly."

My youngest daughter blushes, "You think? I mean, that was the plan when I turned to Virgine. It's why I wanted her and her only to design the gown for the ceremony." She runs her fingers down the organza skirt of her dress. "At first I wanted the skirt to be silk as well but that would have not only made the dress a few kilograms heavier but it would also look like it. I think organza was the right choice. It moves with me when I move. It's light and airy... it's better than chiffon or silk or satin."

Ana looks at Virgine, "Could I have some gloves?"

The creative director of Chanel nods before one of her employees hands her a pair of white cotton gloves. No one is allowed to touch the dress without gloves except Rory. The whole team that works on the dress is not allowed to eat high pigmented food such as dark chocolate or red berries. In addition no coffee is allowed on the whole floor as this could possibly stain the dress. The needles had to get oxidation to protect the needle and the silk.

It's crazy what goes into designing a Royal wedding dress.

"It's such an excellent work. It's so detailed..." Ana whispers as she examines the dress while I am still speechless. "Are these the flowers of all commonwealth countries?"

Rory nods, "Yes. They start at the end of the train and moves up until-"

"The royal coat of arms of the United Kingdom." Ana whispers as her white hands touch the embroidery at her waist before looking up, "Rory, this dress is remarkable. You have given a lot of thought into it."

She nods, "There're even a few English roses, Lily of the Valley, Hyacinth, Forget-Me-Nots, Astilbe, Astrantia and Myrtle stitched on the organza. To follow the Royal tradition and in remembrance of the Princess of Wales and Duchess of Sussex who had those flowers in their wedding bouquet."

Della frowns as Rory points to the flowers. "Why are they on your dress when you will have them in your bouquet?"

Rory looks up, "They're on the dress because I won't have them in my bouquet."

"What?!" I ask her shocked. "But it's royal tradition. It's very important-"

"I know. But I'd rather follow our tradition instead."

"You're having pink peonies as your wedding bouquet?"

My daughter nods, "Yes." She confirms in a whisper. "I always dreamed of having them when I marry George one day. And I talked to the royals about it. They understand. The press will probably eat me alive for that but I can't do that. It would break my heart more than anything else."

"Oh Rory..." I whisper as a tear starts rolling down my cheek.

"Mom, I didn't want to make you cry."

"Don't worry, that's also part of the dress showing tradition. Mom always cries." Della says with a shrug.

I chuckle and wipe away the tears that roll down my cheeks.

"But maybe the back is a little too revealing." She says before turning around. The back is exposed by a big V-cut. The edges of the V-cut form big waves because of the sheer silk that covers the dress until the cinched waist where it meets the lace-floral covered organza fabric which makes the skirt. The back of the dress features twelve buttons covered in garza silk and organza, fastened by delicate Rouleau loops. The last button, with the Chanel C logo stitched on it, is getting embraced by two forget-me-nots that make the beginning of the floral lace on the organza skirt. The Forget-me-nots circle around Rory's waistline until they meet the royal coat of arms in the front. The train is six meters long and covered in the delicate flowers of the commonwealth countries.

This dress is a masterpiece.

"No, it's perfect. You look perfect..." I whisper before rushing over to her. Seeing the dress up close makes it even more flawless. "Rory, this is... indescribable."

"The veil has my coat of arms, George's coat of arms and the coat of arms of the rest of the Wales family as well as the King's." My daughter explains, "Our wedding date is going to be stitched on it in a blue silk ribbon." Then she looks at Virgine. "I'd like to add English roses, Lily of the Valley, Hyacinth, Forget-Me-Nots, Astilbe, Astrantia, Myrtle and peonies to embrace the royal coat of arms. Can we still do that?"

Virgine nods. "Of course. It's a lovely idea."

Then Rory looks back at Ana. "Not too much? Maybe I have overthought his whole thing. Maybe I should wear a simple dress like Meghan."

But Ana shakes her head, "No. This is you in a dress. You combine both families beautifully. You value the traditions of both families in your own way. You combined a classic, structured silhouette with a modern twist. The back is not too exposed. Not more than Princess Eugenie's on her wedding day. The dress is very well thought through and the press will acknowledge that. They will love you for it."

"And George?"

"That man would marry you in a potato sack." Jo finds her voice.

Rory looks at Troy as he's the only one who hasn't said anything. Her crystal blue eyes fall into sadness. "You don't like it."

To my surprise, my husband shakes his head. "No, Rory, I've been thinking about when exactly you've turned into the woman that's standing across me today. And then I thought about how lucky I am to have such remarkable daughters." He says before walking over to her. "I don't just like it. I love it, Sweetie."

"You do?"

"Of course. George will not know what's going to hit him." His eyes dance down the silk that's over the sleeveless structured corset which opens up to a wide organza skirt after the cinched waist. The details on the dress are incredible, it's all handwork. No flower is the same because not one commonwealth country has the same flower. And then there's the royal coat of arms of the Duke and Duchess of a dukedom I don't know yet, but it looks stunning as it's stitched on the bottom of the cinched waist, right above the organza skirt. It holds the sheer silk that's covering the top of the dress in place, acting at the connector of two worlds. A row of forget-me-nots circle the waist and it seems like it grows out of the royal coat of arms on both sides before meeting again in the back of the dress where two peonies form a V for the last silk covered button that has the famous C-logo stitched on it.

Rory could have gone without the logo but she chose to keep it, wanting to forever remember that her favourite designer has designed the dress of her dreams.

That dress will write history, I'm sure. It's definitely worthy of Westminster Abbey, the cathedral she will wed in. The dress is halfway between past and present, tradition and innovation. It's a dress that represents the future Duchess.

She couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

I look at Virgine, "Can you gives us a moment?"

"Of course." The creative director of Chanel says with a nod before snapping with her fingers. Within a blink of an eye all the employees rush out of the room and leave us alone.

"Are you sure you want this?" I ask Rory bluntly.

She sighs, "Mom, I have accepted his baggage, which is far less than those two have to deal with." She points at Ana and Della. "Former assassin turned into Romanov Prince and 22 years older bodyguard. Really, what is the British Royal Family compared to that? I love him not less than they love their husbands and you love yours. It's part of him. And I love every part of him. I wasn't dreaming of this spectacle that's going to be our wedding but it's okay. I am spectacular so why not stream it online and on television live? Really, why hide me?" She says with a smirk on her lips.

"Alright, I take it back. We're all like Daddy the most." Jo says while rolling her sky blue eyes.

We all chuckle at Jo's words.

"How are you going to wear your hair?" Ana asks Rory.

She shrugs. "Definitely in an up-do. Something classic. Maybe a simple chignon. Or something with braids. I don't know yet."

"What about the tiara?" Jo asks her.

My youngest daughter shrugs, "I haven't picked that out yet. I have an appointment with the Queen in a few days." She looks at me. "I want you and Ana to come with me because I value your opinions the most."

I nod, "Of course. I'll be there."

---

My husband and I step into Chaument, a luxury jewellery shop in the heart of Paris. Since 1780 the shop has sold the most luxurious jewellery to their posh customers. It's similarly decorated to the Cartier store we went before this. The interior is held in beige marble with glass cabinets that have gold rims and deep blue velvet couches and chairs. We're the only customers here.

"I hope we can find something today." I tell my husband as we reach the sales associate, a man named Maurice in a black suit.

"Welcome to Chaument, Mr. And Mrs. Bolton. How can I help you today?"

"I need to find a new wedding ring and an eternity ring." I tell him and show him my left ring finger. I've taken off the plaster. The bite is barely visible now. Thank god, I was vaccinated.

"I see. I'm sure we can find something. Follow me." Maurice says and we follow him through the shop. We stop at a royal blue velvet tray on a glass cabinet. There's a collection of sparkling rings placed on the tray. "This is the Torsade de Chaumet wedding band." He says and picks up a platinum wedding band with twelve round diamonds.

"It's pretty." I say but my eyes get caught on another ring. "What about this one?" I ask him, pointing at a ring with baguette diamonds.

"That's the Channel-set band ring with a full circle of baguette diamonds in platinum. It's 3mm wide and the carat total weight is 2.48." Maurice says to me.

It's nothing compared to my old wedding band which was made out of three rows. The row in the middle was made of sapphires while the other two were made of diamonds.

But this ring is very special.

"I take it." I decide and slip the ring on. It looks different but it feels right. "But I need an eternity ring with a row of emeralds as well." It might not be the ring my husband gifted me on our 25th wedding anniversary but my left ring finger feels naked without the second ring.

Maurice nods. "No problem, Mrs. Bolton."

"Do you have one here?" Troy asks.

"No. But it can be done at the end of the day."

I nod. "Perfect. I want the emeralds in a baguette shape as well and set in platinum as well. The ring should be a little thinner than this one. Maybe 1.5mm or 1mm."

"I think 1mm would be the best choice." My husband says with a nod.

"1mm then." I tell Maurice.

The white haired man smiles at me. "I'll call you when it's done."

---

Famed numerologist has foreseen Prince George's wife the day he was born!

Glynis McCant has done it again! The well known numerologist knew exactly when Prince George would meet his future wife! Prince George's birth astro-numerology reveals a life dedicated to humanitarian service, diplomacy, an incredible talent for manifestation, many fateful destined events and one relationship, and a strong urge for peace. He will most likely meet his wife and partner in foreign lands.

Well George and Rory met in a foreign land - they met at the luxury boarding school Le Rosey in Switzerland.

The numerologist gets even more precise when she said that they likely meet once and never be able to take their eyes off of one another again! She said that it would be definitely love at first sight for both of them and that it could happen at a very early age.

Prince George and Rory revealed in their famous engagement interview, which was viewed on YouTube over one billion times already - that the two met at the age of 15. Love at first sight at the age of 15? Can you imagine how much struggle they both saved one another? No more kissing stinky frogs - Lorelai Bolton found her Prince Charming right away!

The most obvious and important change in Prince George's personality, at least according to Glynis, will take place around age 29 and 30, when he enters a 22 Essence cycle and a 22 Period cycle at the same time. 'There is little doubt in my mind that he finds his "purpose," and aims for it with everything he has. And he will set his aim very, very high indeed. The middle part of his life reflects a battle of wills and huge risks. It is the mental, emotional, and spiritual manifestation of nothing less than a King Arthur-like round table enterprise. His 22 Master number Birth Day and 22 Second Period cycle leave no doubt that his actions will make a huge impression on the world around him during that time.' She said in an interview.

Could that mean we won't see a Royal baby until George's 29? That would mean a six year waiting period.

Only time - and numbers - will tell.

Breaking Royal protocol again!

Prince George and Lorelai have payed Scotland's capital city, Edinburgh, a visit. As with previous engagements the couple came an hour earlier than announced to shake as many hands as possible in the walkabout. Prince George revealed to some well-wishers that he's thrilled to marry the love of his life this summer. His fiancée greeted the many royal fans and even took selfies! Royals are normally forbidden to take selfies. But as previously in the past Lorelai clearly takes things into her own hand - even if that's a mobile to take a selfie. The snapped photo was online a few minutes later showing a glowing Lorelai Bolton. Prince George even started taking a few selfies as well. Unlike in Bristol, the couple didn't share a dance but they did bring the sunshine into the cloudy Edinburgh.

The couple visited a kindergarten that helps children from drug addicted parents. George and Lorelai made flower arrangements with the children that they then took a hospice, which they visited afterwards without the cameras around. Kensington Palace has posted a few photos on their Instagram account afterwards. An exclusive source told us that Lorelai even sang with the patients while George chatted with the patients.

Prince George and Lorelai visit Paris after Notre-Dame burned down

On request of His Majesty The King, Prince George and his fiancée Lorelai Bolton paid Paris a visit after the horrible catastrophe. The couple visited the wreckage of Notre-Dame in France's capital city. Lorelai and George wore pins on their chests with the French flag. George wore a light grey suit with a royal blue tie. His fiancée wore a black dress by French designer house Chanel and matching black velvet shoes. Her hair was braided into a French braid with a silk Hermes scarf in the tricolour of the French flag. Lorelai laid a wreath of white roses, white magnolias and white forget-me-nots in front of the ruins before crossing herself, bowing her head and genuflecting.

After paying their respect, the couple met the firemen who helped to save what was left of Notre Dame. It was the first time we heard the couple talk in French fluently. George said hat he was utterly heartbroken when they learned about the terrible fire of Notre-Dame Cathedral. Lorelai and George revealed that they had visited Paris privately a few years ago and of course they went into the cathedral as well. They even attended a church service on Saturday evening when they were there. It was a heartbreaking tragic and the whole world felt with France on that day. Lorelai said that France was struck in its identity and heart. George was equally as sad about the historical lost. He said that part of all of us was burning when the cathedral was in blaze. The heart of Paris was taken that day and reconstructive work will take years. With great sadness the couple talked over an hour to the firefighters before meeting the president of France and participating in the official memorial service in the evening with other European Royal representatives as well as head of states.

This was the first official engagement in the name of The King of England for the couple and they represented him very well.

---

"This is the best part about marrying a Royal." The Queen says with a smile on her face before opening the door of the red drawing room at Clarence House, where she and the king live.

I follow her, Rory and Ana into the room. In the centre of the room is a large rectangular mahogany table on which thirty different tiaras are on display for us. They glitter in the light of the sun that's peeking through the windows which face the backyard. It's going to be a surreal experience to watch Rory try on those tiaras and pick one for her wedding day. The jewels have been taken out of the Tower of London, where most of the Royal jewels are stored. But only very little are on display.

"This is Mr. Martin, he's going to advise you if you have any questions." Camilla says to Rory before Mr. Martin shakes our hands. "He is a very good friend of the family and quite direct." She warns us.

"Before we start, I might say that the smaller tiaras won't work on you." He advices.

Rory frowns, "Why?"

"The shape of your head and the heaviness of your hair would need the support of a bigger tiara, Miss Bolton."

"I see." Rory says before looking at the table. "Then half of those are out?"

"Unfortunately. But you can always try on and see it yourself."

Rory shakes her head, "No need. I know I have a lot of hair. I trust your advice."

"Wow..." I breathe out as I stare at all the sparkling tiaras which have been cleaned for us. They are all different sizes and unique. Diamonds, pearls and other rubies cover the room in rainbow lightning. I can't believe Rory's going to wear one of those!

There's the Margaret Greville Emerald Tiara which Princess Eugenie wore on her wedding day. It was made by Boucheron in 1921 and the centre emerald is 93.70 carats. Next to it is the tiara, the Queen Mary Diamond Bandeau, Meghan Markle wore on her wedding day. The diamond bandeau is English and made in 1932, but the centre brooch dates back to 1893. The diamond bandeau was literally made for Queen Mary to accommodate the centre brooch. It was placed in the Queen's vault in 1953 and has also been seen on Princess Margaret, Harry's late great aunt.

Then there's the Girls of Great Britain and Ireland Tiara. Originally a wedding gift to Queen Mary (then a princess) in 1893, the tiara gets its name because it was given by the Girls of Great Britain and Ireland committee for her wedding. Queen Mary gave it to Queen Elizabeth II as a wedding present in 1947, and it's extremely recognisable thanks to its frequent appearance on banknotes and stamps.

The George IV State Diadem is another tiara that I recognise. This crown was made for King George IV for his 1821 coronation, was worn by Queen Victoria and Queen Mary, and has stayed in the family since. Queen Elizabeth II wore it to her coronation, and wore it while traveling to and from the State Opening of Parliament. The 1,333 diamonds are sparkling like crazy. I can't believe these are real tiaras!

Catherine's famous Halo tiara made by Cartier is next to the diadem. Compared to all the other tiaras, it looks plain. It was given to the Queen Mother by her husband before their wedding. The Queen Mother gifted Queen Elizabeth II the tiara on her 18th birthday, and its since been worn by Princess Margaret and Kate Middleton—who famously wore it during her wedding to Prince William. The tiara is said to feature 739 brilliants and 149 baton diamonds.

Then there's the The Queen Mary Fringe Tiara. This piece was made in 1919 for Queen Mary, but it's probably most famous for being worn by both Queen Elizabeth and her daughter Princess Anne on their wedding days. It's also one of the bigger tiaras that can also be worn as a necklace.

The famous Cambridge Lover's Knot tiara is next to Queen Mary Fringe tiara. Catherine wears it to state banquets in remembrance of Princess Diana, who wore this piece a lot. It's one of the tiaras that has pearls in it.

There are many more sparkling tiaras but I don't recognise them. Maybe those are the tiaras that the public don't get to see.

"Oh my God, how do I choose?" Rory says with wide eyes. "They're all so beautiful!"

The Queen smiles, "That's why we have the whole day for you to decide. It's not an easy choice as this tiara will be the most photographed tiara."

Rory nods as her eyes rest on a tiara with sapphires. "I don't even know what gem to pick. Diamonds? Sapphires? Emeralds? Rubies? Yellow diamonds? Pearls? I feel like the choice is endless!"

Ana places her hand on Rory's shoulder, "Think of your dress and what you want to tell the world."

Rory nods as her icy blue eyes scan the sparkling tiaras. She walks around the table, "Which one hasn't seen the light of day the longest?" She asks.

The Queen looks at the Royal staff member that came with the tiaras.

"I think that would be the Fife tiara, Miss Bolton." He says in a formal voice before pointing at one of the bigger tiaras. "The last time the public saw it was in 1895. The Queen didn't wear it during her reign."

"Then I want to try this tiara first. It waited long enough for its public appearance."

Mr. Martin in the black suit nods before picking up the stunning piece. He lifts it carefully before placing it on Rory's head.

"Wow, it's heavy." Rory breathes out as she feels the weight of all those diamonds on her head.

"It has to be, Sweetie. Otherwise it won't be able to hold your veil in place." Camilla says with a smile on her face. "But it suits you really well."

"Really?" She asks Ana and me.

We both nod. I can't believe she's wearing a tiara on her head! A real tiara!

"Can you tell us something about this piece?" I ask the Royal staff member.

He nods before clearing his throat, "This tiara was made circa 1887 and was based off a design by Oscar Massin. It is almost exactly like his tiara for the Exposition Universelle of 1878 in Paris, the only difference being the shape of some of the diamonds. The pear shaped diamonds in the middle are hanging so that they move freely. There are nearly 200 carats of diamonds set in gold and silver."

Rory walks over to the mirror and gasps loudly as she sees herself wearing a tiara in her head. "Oh wow... this piece is stunning! Such delicate work..." she smiles. "And it's so sparkly!"

"It looks breathtaking on you." I tell her as her icy blue eyes meet mine in the mirror that's been placed in the red drawing room for today.

"It does." The Queen says with a nod. "But then again, all those tiaras would look good on you."

Ana agrees with a nod, "You have to listen to your heart. We can spend the whole day trying on tiaras but only you know which one is the right one."

"This is the right one. It's been waiting long enough for a proper appearance. I want to give it the spotlight it deserves."

"Very good choice, Miss."

"Not too small or too big for my head?"

Mr. Martin chuckles before shaking his head, "No, Miss, it looks just right. Maybe it has waited over a century just to be worn by you."

"Will it fit the dress?" Camilla asks us. None of the royals have seen Rory's dress yet and they won't until the big day. Only the queen saw the dress before the wedding but Charles doesn't really care about the wedding dress. He trusts Rory and has faith in the right choice. He doesn't even know who designs the gown.

Ana and me nod. "Yes, it's perfect."

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Lorelai charms in unconventional spring outfit on her first solo outing!

Prince George's fiancée has officially survived her first solo outing before getting married to the heir of the throne this August. The blue eyed woman visited the London Waldorf school, which is a vibrant learning community where education, based on a deep understanding of the developing child, integrates the intellectual with the artistic, the practical with the beautiful – fostering the ability to engage more fully in the world.

Bolton has talked to the headmaster of the school as well as pupils and even chased some toddlers through the greenery that's surrounding this school. She chose to wear a floral plissée skirt by Topshop with a white blouse from Club Monaco and Jimmy Choo heels. Her chestnut curls were braided into a French braid with an Hermes scarf in a pastel pink - no doubt that she'll start a new hair trend with that up-do. Lorelai Bolton didn't shy away from getting her hands dirty in the sandbox or help plant a tree to raise awareness for the environmental impact we all have. The Royal fiancé has even held her first speech, emphasising the importance of climate change and education that's tailored to the individual.

Royal experts as well as the press people in attendance all agree on Lorelai's good job. She didn't just serve her future Royal duties well, as she has given the photographers stunning photos of herself around children of all age groups, but she remained professional, kind and respectful around the adults. She has left an impression on the school's pupils who described her as cool, warm and very kind. She even talked to some children in their foreign language. With ease the young woman switched from English to Spanish to French to Russian and back to English.

We can't wait for Lorelai's first solo black tie event!

Prince George and his fiancé open up a library for children!

Prince George and his fiancée have opened up a library for children in Parsons Green along with Princess Madeleine Of Sweden. The Princess has long been committed to children and their safety. The library, which is organised by character of the books, was a long dream of the Princess. Prince George, Lorelai and Princess Madeleine were happy to show the children how the library works. Stories about the moon and stars are on top of the book shelves until it gets lower where you can eventually find stories about worms who live in the ground. On armchairs and couches the Royal trio then read some books to their adorable audience.

Lorelai took the occasion to hold her second speech just three weeks before her wedding. She emphasised the importance of reading for children, not only from the social perspective but also from a medical perspective. Reading for pleasure, so Lorelai, is directly linked to greater intellectual progress, both in vocabulary, spelling and mathematics. Along with teaching them new vocabulary, it helps them understand and absorb new information and concepts at school. Independent reading also promotes a more self-sufficient approach to learning in general. She reminded the audience that she's not only the fiancée of Prince George but also a doctor with a masters in neuroscience.

It's definitely going to be interesting to see how this woman will effect the Royal Family.

OVERVIEW OF PRINCE GEORGE AND MISS LORELAI BOLTON'S WEDDING DAY

Prince George and Ms. Lorelai Bolton are hugely grateful for the many good wishes they have received since announcing their engagement.

They are very much looking forward to the day and to being able to share their celebrations with the public. They have made the following decisions about their wedding day on Friday 9th August, 2047:

The Wedding Service will begin at Westminster Abbey at 1100. The Dean of Westminster, John Hall, will conduct the Service. The Most Revd. and Rt Hon. Justin Welby, Archbishop of Canterbury, will officiate as the couple make their marriage vows.

At 1200, the couple, now married, will undertake a Carriage Procession along a route from Westminster Abbey by the White Hall and through Horse Guards Arch to Buckingham Palace.

They hope this short journey will provide an opportunity for more people to come together and to enjoy the atmosphere of this special day.

Following the service, there will be a reception at Buckingham Palace for the couple and guests from the congregation held by His Majesty The King. The couple will join this on return from the Carriage Procession.

Later that evening, His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales will give a private evening reception for the couple and their close friends and family at Buckingham Palace.

Therefore Buckingham Palace will be closed to the public two weeks before the wedding date for the preparations.

We look forward to sharing further details about the wedding day in the weeks ahead.

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I walk into the white kitchen of the small cottage on Kensington Palace's grounds and watch my daughter deeply focused on the documents laying in front of her on the island. A huge stack of cards is next to my daughter. They're thank you cards, which will be send off after the wedding. Rory and George are signing over five million cards all by themselves. As for now, the cards are blank with only their signature on as their titles are not yet known. On the other side of the card will be printed a photo of their wedding as soon as the photographer has taken it. There's a woman next to her dressed in black pants and a blazer. She has wrapped her blonde hair into a bun that's been pinned to the nape of her neck. Black Chanel glasses are sitting on the bridge of her nose as she's whispering something to my daughter although they're alone in Nottingham Cottage.

My daughter nods, "Yeah, that's a good idea. But I still want look through these and make adjustments." She picks up the stack of paper, "I'll inform you when I'm done."

The blonde woman nods, "I'm looking forward to hear from you again, Miss Bolton." She looks up and suddenly notices me. "Oh, Mrs. Bolton, I didn't notice you walking in."

"Mom!" Rory's blue eyes light up at my sight.

"Enjoy your evening." The blonde woman nods before walking out.

When her heels are out of the cottage I turn to my daughter. "Who was that?"

"Maureen. Head of social media." Rory explains before picking up the papers again, "She brought me the drafts of the website announcement."

"Oh, can I read it?"

She nods before handing me the first page. It's a bit surreal to read what the world is going to read in just a few months on the official Royal Family Website.

About The Duchess of (title)

I look up from the page, "You'll be a Duchess?" Getting the title of a Duchess is the highest there is - apart from Queen of course. So it's a great honour.

She nods, "The King hasn't informed us yet about the title but George will be Duke, Earl and Baron. And I will be granted those titles upon marriage as well." She explains before picking up her pencil. "It's a great honour to be given English, Scottish and Irish titles."

"What do you think the titles will be?"

She shrugs, "For the main title the King is expected to choose from one of the vacant dukedoms. Vacancies include the dukedoms of Clarence, Connaught, Kendal, Ross and Windsor. There are also a number of unoccupied, dormant dukedoms including Cumberland and Albany." She says bites onto her pencil, "But he could of course create a dukedom for us as well. Like the Queen did for William. I mean the title Duke of Cambridge was named after the city Cambridge so maybe his Majesty will do the same for us. My point is, he has a lot of options and honestly, I don't really care what the title is going to be."

"I know but which one would you like?"

She shrugs again, "Clarence and Windsor sounds nice. Or Cumberland. But really, I don't have a saying in that and neither does George. It's the king's choice and he's going to present us the title the day before the wedding. He, Catherine and I will have a private meeting the day before the wedding as well. Catherine had one with the Queen before her wedding with William as well. I think she's going to want to prepare me for the day. Not that it's possible, really."

"I think Windsor would sound nice, too. The Duchess of Windsor. It would suit you."

Rory smiles, "You're my mother. In your eyes every title suits me."

"True but I like Queen the best."

"I don't want to think that much ahead right now. Queen Lorelai..." she shivers, "It makes me a bit sick."

"You'll grow into that role. Just like you've grown into the role of the royal fiancée and then into the role of a Duchess of some sort."

She nods before looking down at the drafts, "I need to get through this and give it back to Maureen tomorrow."

Her way of telling me to shut up and let her work. I turn my head back to the page and decide to read the rest of the drafts that summarise my daughter's life so far. It feels kind of weird to be reading that.

The Duchess of (title), born Lorelai Olivia Valentina Bolton, married Prince George at Westminster Abbey, London in August 2047. The couple's official residence is Kensington Palace. As well as undertaking royal duties in support of The King, both in the UK and overseas, The Duchess devotes her time to supporting a number of charities and organisations.

Biography

The Duchess of (title) became a member of the Royal Family in 2047 upon her marriage to Prince George. She will perform Royal duties in support of The King through engagements at home and overseas, alongside a growing portfolio of charitable work and patronages.

Miss Lorelai Bolton was born on 14th August 2024 to Mrs. Gabriella Bolton and Mr. Troy Bolton at St. Mary's Hospital in London, England. Her Royal Highness is the fourth daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Bolton. She has three older sisters, Dr. Adaline Elizabeth Grace Bolton, Her Royal Highness Princess Dr. Anastasia Elizabeth Grace of Romanov and twin sister Josephine Ophelia Elise Bolton, and three brothers, Nathanial Alexander Louis Bolton; Elias Johnathan Christopher Bolton; Calloway Nicolas Ethan Bolton and Gideon Leopold Clive Bolton.

Education

The Duchess attended the North London Collegiate School in Edgware, Middlesex from the ages 4 - 11 and began her secondary education at Benenden in Cranbrook, Kent before she transferred to Le Rosey, Switzerland at the age of 15. At Le Rosey, Her Royal Highness learned to speak French, German, Spanish, Greek, Russian, Hindi, Arabic, Mandarin and Chinese fluently. After graduating Le Rosey with her husband, the Duke of (title) in 2040, Their Royal Highnesses went to Oxford where the Duchess studied Medicine at the Oxford University Medical School and Neuroscience at St. John's College, taking special interest in mental health and cognitive neuroscience. During her time at Oxford University, The Duchess completed several internships at Nightingale Hospital and National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery in London as well as the Scottish Association for Mental Health in Glasgow.

The Duchess graduated from Oxford University with Bachelor of Medicine, Bachelor of Surgery and the Master of Science in Neuroscience in 2046.

Her Royal Highness spent the foundation programme and medical specialty training in Addiction, Child and Adolescent Psychiatry and the Royal Airforce Medical Service in Scotland. After completing both programs she had gained the Foundation Programme Certificate of Completion (FPCC) and Certificate of Completion of Training (CCT).

Career

During her time at Le Rosey, Her Royal Highness pursued a career in tennis, a sport that's very dear to her heart. At the age of 15 the Duchess won her first Grand Slam title at the Australian Open, being the youngest winner in history. After the Australian Open, The Duchess also won the French Open, gold at the Olympics in Paris, Wimbledon and the U.S. Open in the same year, making her be the youngest Golden Grand Slam title holder ever.

The Duchess has become most notable for her outstanding success in tennis. Her Royal Highness still feels a strong connection to the sport even after ending her career a year after she won her first Grand Slam title; she hopes to inspire future generations to pursue their dreams and never stop trying.

Sport and the Outdoors

The Duchess is a keen sportswoman and believes not only that physical health complements mental health, but also that being outdoors, and especially playing sport, has the power to engage, educate and inspire and change lives for the better. Her Royal Highness's passion for sport, nature and the outdoors stems her own experience and enjoyment of playing tennis, sailing, yoga, ballet and horseback riding from a young age.

After ending her extraordinary tennis career, the Duchess has continued to spark interest in the sport all over the world. The Duchess of (title) has continued this work by showing her support for those organisations working to ensure young people have access to get outdoors to enjoy the natural world and take part in physical activity.

Charitable work

From a young age, The Duchess had a keen awareness of social issues and actively participated in charitable work.

At the age of 4, she visited a homeless shelter in Richmond, London for the first time on Christmas Day and continued to visit local homeless shelters once a month up until this day. Her Royal Highness enjoys cooking warm meals to the people and participating in deep conversations. From the age of 10 to 15 the Duchess sewed cuddle cloths for premature babies that were used in hospitals all over London. The cuddle cloths were taken home by the parents where the cloths took on the smell of the parents and then returned to the hospital. The cuddle cloths were then placed into the humidicribs of the premature babies, where they helped significantly with the baby's development.

During her time at Oxford, whenever time would allow her to, the Duchess would help raise awareness in environmental changes and fight for its protection. Her hard labour eventually brought her to the UN, where she held a speech about global warming, natural resource depletion, plastic consumption and water pollution. The world's recognition following the speech allowed Her Royal Highness to write a four page long article, titled How We Destroy Our World, about loss of biodiversity, deforestation and ocean acidification in the National Geographic. It won an award by the Pulitzer Prize in the category Criticism.

Her Royal Highness has used her first-rate reputation that followed winning the Golden Grand Slam title and therefore write history, to influence politics in the U.K. Using social media as a platform, the Duchess held various petitions and endorsed several non-profit-work organisations such as Amnesty International, Oxfam, Mind, Save the Children, National Trust as well as WaterAid.

After graduating from Oxford University, the Duchess and her husband went to Sierra Leone for three weeks where they installed hand pumps to make real progress towards clean water and better health in the name of WaterAid. Their Royal Highnesses have also helped build LED solar glasses in Zimbabwe during this time and gifted each wedding guest a LED solar glass to support the factory in Zimbabwe.

These early experiences helped to shape her lifelong commitment to causes such as social justice, environmental protection, mental and public health issues and women's empowerment.

Royal engagements

Along with Prince George, The Duchess has spent several months since the announcement of their engagement visiting local communities and organisations across the UK both publicly and privately.

The Duchess also attended The Royal Foundation Forum, of which she will become a Patron, and took part in engagements during the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting in London.

Royal Patronages

The Duchess is Patron of a number of organisations which have close association with her specific charitable interests, and where she feels her support can make a difference. These broadly reflect her desire to help the most vulnerable children, young people and their families, as well as to promote opportunities though sport and the outdoors, and showcasing national institutions reflecting her love of the visual arts.

(Insert list of Royal Patronages here)

As their Royal Patron, The Duchess will back their key projects and initiatives, spotlight their work through her programme of official engagements and where appropriate by convening organisations to work in support of each other.

The Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales and The Duke and Duchess of Sussex

In addition to supporting charities and organisations, The Duchess of (title), like her husband, is able to direct her own philanthropic work through The Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales and The Duke and Duchess of Sussex.

The Royal Foundation, that was brought to life by Prince George's parents and the Duke of Sussex, develops programmes and charitable projects based on the interests of Their Royal Highnesses by working with organisations which are already making a proven impact in their respective fields. The Royal Foundation provides additional investment, mentoring, support and partnerships for these programmes, and lends its own profile and leverage to enhance the effect of their good work.

Titles

On 9th August 2047, Prince George and Ms. Lorelai Bolton were married at Westminster Abbey, London.

The couple are now known as The Duke and Duchess of (title). Their official residence is at Kensington Palace.

I look up from the last page that my daughter has handed me. She has scribbled a few possible Royal Patronages on the last paper and scratched some sentences out on the other pages. She even made some suggestions and changed a few phrases.

"What do you think?"

"They forgot to add the date of your death." I say without thinking.

My daughter bursts out of laughter. It's such a wonderful sound that it makes me laugh with her. "Oh, Mom... you really know how to lift my mood."

I smile, "No, seriously, Rory this is amazing."

"Really? I told Maureen to leave the part about the titles out or maybe the part about Royal Engagements. But she insisted on letting them in. At least for the first couple of months after the wedding." My youngest daughter says before looking at the drafts in front of us. "They're going to add photos as well. Of me winning the golden grand slam. Of me and George in Sierra Leone when we built the hand pumps. I asked her to let our work in Africa out because it was a private visit on George's side. I mean, there's only one photo of us together that exists and Clarence House prohibited any mention of George in the context of their work. And now they want to post it on the website."

"Rory,"

"I know it's in the name of the crown and firm... but I'm afraid to loose my credibility. I genuinely enjoyed working with all of these charity organisations over the last years and I don't want to turn my back on them."

I grab her hands, "Rory you're not turning your back on them. You have not forgotten to use your voice. You have just been given a new platform to use it. You used social media but now you have the crown behind you. The whole world listens to what you're going to say, which organisation you will support and what interests you have. It's going to take a while for you to get used to this new platform but I have no doubt that you will be anything but extraordinary."

She blushes, "I'm not getting over my head?"

I shake my head, "I don't think so. You've been with George for over eight years now. You knew what you were getting in when you guys first started dating. You've grown into this position, Rory. You were born for this. This is your destiny."

"My destiny?"

Shit, I start sounding like my daughter Ana. "Yes."

She looks back at the drafts, "It's kind of weird to read my life summarised like this. It makes me look like a saint when I'm anything but a saint. I'm human, too. I make mistake. I've made mistakes."

"I know that."

She looks up from the papers, "Then why do they want to portrait me like I'm someone I'm not?"

"Rory, they're only highlighting your best work so far."

She sighs before running her fingers through her chestnut curls. "Shit, this is getting too much. I... I'm just a 23 year old who fell in love with a man. I'm not this saint!"

"You're just having cold feet, Sweetie."

"But I'm not supposed to have cold feet! He's the love of my life!" She hisses at me. "But this..." she waves through the cottage. "This is too much."

That sounded different a few weeks ago in Paris when she tried on her wedding dress. "Rory, if you don't want this then you can always call the wedding off."

"Call the wedding off and humiliate George and the Royals? Mom, are you nuts?!"

"Well, it seems like you don't want this marriage as much as George."

"No, I do! Marrying George is not the issue. I want to be his wife more than anything but all the Royal stuff is what concerns me. I'm not a Queen, Mom. I never will be. I don't know how to rule a country or even stand by George's side when he will. Because he will. He's second in line. He will be king but how am I suppose to be queen? The British people won't accept me as their queen. I am a commoner. I am not of blue blood. I am ordinary. I am one of them."

I straighten my shoulder, "Lorelai, listen to me. You are not ordinary. You are not one of them. You may not be blue blooded as well, but you are special and I'm not saying this because I'm your mother. This," I pick up a random page, "is just the picture they want to paint of you. It's your business card. It's your ticket to changing the world, to shaping the world how you want it to be. George will be King one day and when that day comes you will blossom beside him as not only his Queen but the Queen of the United Kingdom. You will be head of 53 commonwealth countries. You will have a voice that everyone will listen to. You will change the world, Sweetie. And this page is the first step."

"Mom,"

"I know you love George more than anything. It's your love for him that brought you here. And it's this love that we will celebrate in August at your wedding. Don't be afraid. Don't feel overwhelmed. Take it step by step, day by day, paragraph by paragraph." I explain to her before pointing at the notes and scratches she made on that page. "This is your handiwork. You can shape this however you want. If you don't like a sentence, let them have it removed. If you want to add another passage, they will add another passage. It's you who is holding the reins, not them. Never forget this. They are lucky that you have decided to join their family - not the other way around. They may make you Queen one day, but trust me when I say to George you have been his Queen from day one. Got it?"

She nods with tears in her eyes. Suddenly she embraces me tightly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You're the best Mom ever."

"Tell that your brothers."

She chuckles before pushing the papers away. Her icy blue eyes stop at my left ring finger. "It's still weird to see these new rings there."

I look down at my hand and stare at the wedding ring that's made out of a circle of baguette shaped diamonds and a thinner emerald eternity ring. It's still weird for me as well.

I hope those monkeys in Bali are having fun with my rings! I look up and face my daughter, "What's next on the agenda?"

My daughter sighs, "I honestly have no idea." Rory picks up her phone and starts scrolling through her calendar. "It's Dover tomorrow, Glasgow the day after and then it's Edinburgh. We're touring through Scotland for the next few days before giving Wales our attention. A week before the wedding we'll be in Northern Ireland. Belfast and Larne."

"When do you have a moment a breathe?"

She looks up from the phone, "The day before the wedding when I'll be home with you guys. Before that every second is planned."

I squeeze her hand, "Oh Rory,"

"Look I know what I'm getting into. I love meeting people from all over he world and feel the love of complete strangers on walkabouts. It's strange but also amazing. People are waiting for hours in the pouring rain just to see George and me! I wish I could do more than shaking their hands and give them a warm smile... it's truly amazing what kind of a platform I now have. I've been giving the opportunity to use my voice to highlight what's close to my heart and I will use that spotlight very wisely."

"I bet you're looking forward to your honeymoon."

She grins, "Oh, yes! But George didn't tell me where he's taking me."

"What do you think?"

She shrugs, "Maybe Maldives because we had a great time at Ana's wedding. Or it could be Bora Bora as we had a great time at Della's wedding. I don't think it'll be the Seychelles like Kate and William or Africa like Meghan and Harry."

"You're doing very well, Sweetie."

"I'm trying very hard. I mean, I know I won't please everyone but I want the people to see that we're getting married because we love each other. I'm not a gold digger like the tabloids said I was. I love him and I want the world to see that."

"They will. Especially on your wedding day."

She nods. "I hope so."

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AN UPDATE FROM THE COMMUNICATIONS SECRETARY TO PRINCE GEORGE ON THE WEDDING OF PRINCE GEORGE AND MISS BOLTON

We are now just over two weeks away from the wedding of His Royal Highness Prince George of Wales and Miss. Lorelai Bolton. As they have travelled around the UK in the months since their engagement, Prince George and Miss Bolton have been incredibly grateful for the support they have received from members of the public.

The crowds that have turned out in Bristol, Cardiff, Brixton, Edinburgh, Birmingham, Belfast, Bath and elsewhere have given Miss Bolton a welcome marked by warmth, enthusiasm, and a real sense of fun.

We said from the outset that Prince George and Miss Bolton were keen to make sure that members of the public would have the opportunity to feel part of the celebrations on their wedding day. This is their way of expressing their gratitude for the messages of support they have received from around the UK, the Commonwealth and right around the world. In today's briefing I want to share more details of what people can expect to see in the day's leading up to the wedding, and on the day itself, and explain what the public can expect in London.

In addition to having the support of The King, his father The Prince of Wales, and his brother Prince Louis as Best Man, Prince George is also keen to involve his grandmother's family in his wedding. All three siblings of Diana, Princess of Wales will be in attendance and Lady Jane Fellowes will give the reading. Prince George and Miss Bolton both feel honoured that Lady Jane will be representing her family and helping to celebrate the memory of the late Princess on the wedding day.

As we said back in March, this wedding will be guided by tradition, allowing everyone to celebrate what makes Royal Weddings so special, but also one which reflects the personalities of Prince George and Miss Bolton. We have been announcing details over the last couple of months and in the final week ahead of the wedding you can expect to hear more about the arrangements, including:

The Instrument of Consent;

Details of the Bridesmaids and Page Boys;

The work of florist Philippa Craddock and the Crown Estate gardeners who have been growing and preparing the flowers that will fill the Westminster Abbey;

An update from Leicestershire-based cake designer Fiona Cairns as well as the Women's institute, the baker who will make the wedding cake, and the chefs who have been working in the Palace kitchens to make the final preparations and;

We will publish the full Order of Service on the website on Friday morning so members of the public can follow the service at home.

I will now take you through the high level outline of what you can expect to see from the evening of Thursday 8th August. The key moment for the day before will be the arrival of the bride at her accommodation that will be her childhood home, based in Richmond. We expect this to happen early evening. The media is kindly asked to respect Miss Bolton's privacy on her last day of being an unmarried woman.

On the day itself we expect London to be very busy. The council has worked with partners including Thames Valley Police to plan what will be a fantastic day of celebrations.

As the London Borough of Westminster has said, work is well underway to ensure the occasion is a memorable and joyous one for all involved and they are working closely with a wide range of partners.

Rail operators will be putting on extra trains and there will be park and walk and park and float services to help people get into town. Visitors are encouraged to plan ahead and book all travel arrangements early so they can make the most of their trip. I would very much appreciate the media's assistance in spreading the message that visitors to London will have a chance to be part of a very special day, but those who will be heading to the town really do need to plan their journeys carefully.

The Royal Borough has confirmed that preparations include:

Food stalls and facilities, including big screens showing live footage of the wedding, Procession, luncheon and the wedding reception held in Buckingham Palace;

Viewing areas along the whole Procession Route that will take roughly 30 minutes;

A team of 360 Royal Borough Ambassadors have volunteered to help steward the event and assist visitors throughout the day;

The town centre will be decorated with bunting and ceremonial banners along parts of the Procession Route and;

Live entertainment from local groups throughout the town centre.

In order to make sure everyone can get through expected traffic, the members of the public who have been invited to be inside of Westminster Abbey for the wedding will be arriving from around 0800hrs. As a reminder, 1,200 people have been nominated by Lord Lieutenants from across the country for their work supporting their communities. Many of these people are sharing their stories with their local media and supporters – the couple are very pleased that their wedding has provided a platform to celebrate the inspiring work of community and youth leaders from around the UK.

The first thing these people gathered will see on the morning of the wedding will be the arrival of guests between 0830hrs and 1000hrs.

Members of The Royal Family will begin to arrive from 1020hrs by car.

Prince George and his brother Prince Louis will arrive at Westminster Abbey by car, driving from Kensington Palace and will enter via the Westside. This will allow Their Royal Highnesses to acknowledge all of the people gathered in the precincts, including the 200 charity representatives gathered in the Horseshoe Cloister at the bottom of the steps.

Also around the time Royal Family arrivals begin, a pooled media facility will cover Miss Bolton and Mr. Bolton's departure from the bride's overnight location. We expect the journey to Westminster Abbey to take them about 40 minutes, allowing members of the public gathered there to see the car as it passes. Miss Bolton will be joined by her maid of honour, her sister Josephine Bolton, the Bridesmaids and Page Boys before she continues her journey to the Abbey, where she will enter via the West side.

The Service will take around an hour, and we look forward to announcing more details of this in the weeks ahead.

After the Service has concluded, the newly married couple will process out of the Abbey, using a route by the White Hall and through Horse Guards Arch to Buckingham Palace. Prince George and Miss Bolton are very much looking forward to this part of the day. It will be their chance to express their gratitude for the goodwill and warm wishes they have received from all quarters in the months since their engagement.

All guests will be attending the reception.

The public elements of the event will not be over at this stage. Upon Prince George and Miss Bolton's request, a selected camera team from the BBC will follow them throughout the rest of the day. The footage will be streamed on the YouTube channel of the Royal Family.

The final thing you can expect to see is the Bride and Groom watching the fireworks in the garden of Buckingham Palace.

In the days that follow, we will facilitate interviews with some of those who have been involved in the wedding, as happened in 2011 and 2018, for example with the hairdresser, florist, cake maker and dressmaker.

The formal photographs, which will be taken by Alexi Lubomirski, will be released during the week.

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The bright Mexican sun is kissing my skin as I intertwine my fingers with my husband's. In five days the Royal wedding will happen but we all escaped from the madness in London and flew to Mexico for some time to relax and gather our strength. Our whole family has chosen to fly to Akumal, a small town that's known for breathtaking beaches and gorgeous snorkelling places. Even Jo has decided to take a break from Harvard. Della and Wlad brought Isabella and Caroline as well as the summer holidays have already begun in England. Elias, Calloway and Gideon are happy to be reunited with their nieces so much that they're sharing a room - and of course Wlad's father Sergej. They love him and his bedtime stories.

I can't believe that in less than 12 days my daughter is going to be a Mountbatten-Windsor. A Royal. It's a bit surreal.

The warm turquoise ocean water touches my naked feet as we walk down the private beach. It's completely empty, a paradise on earth. Our children have driven to Tulum to visit the Mayan Ruins but since we've already visited the ruins, my husband and I decided to stay in Akumal.

We've spend the last days reconnecting not only as a family but also as a married couple. The girls and I got facials and massages while the men went sailing on the ocean. Together we visited Cenote Santa Cruz one of the finest natural sights ever to grace Mexico. A cenote represents an especially deep well or natural sinkhole, constructed by the parallel collapse of selective limestone structures which expose underlying pools of water. The result is a majestic spectacle, that Troy was eager to capture with his camera. He took photos of our whole family in the awe-inspiring panorama that is a distinct series of underground caves, caverns, and spaces characterised by frequent stalactites and vibrant waters. The surroundings seemed to glow, and to hum with rejuvenating energy!

It's been a while since the whole family has spent a holiday together. Yesterday, we went to Xel-Ha, a natural aquatic park and ecotourism all-inclusive development where crystal clear underground rivers meet and mix with the turquoise waters of the Caribbean. Translated from the Mayan language, Xel-Ha means "the mixture of the waters." We went snorkelling in Aventura Cenote, swimming in underwater grottos, kayaking across the Black Lagoon, and floating on a tube down a lazy river ride into a lagoon. I can't remember the last time we came back to the hotel and were so exhausted and full of joy at the same time.

This was exactly what we needed.

"I can't believe we're already flying back in two days." I tell my husband as we both sit down on our sun lounges again. He's wearing his aviator sunglasses and a straw hat with his black swimming trunks. Being in his mid fifties hasn't done any damage to his fit body shape. He still looks like the hottest man on earth.

"I can't believe in five days our youngest daughter will be married." He says with a shrug. "And after that there's only going to be Jo who isn't married..."

"I'm a bit worried about her." I admit. I'm wearing a simple black bathing suit and a big straw hat to protect my face from the sun.

"Why?"

I shrug, "She's so focused on Harvard."

"Trust me, she's doing just fine."

I frown, "What do you mean?"

"Jo is very much enjoying her single life right now." He explains to me. "Kind of like her Mom before she met me."

Oh Lord, no not her as well! "I'm going to talk to her. She can't fuck around like Nate! One day the press is going to catch her in Boston having fun and the next day she'll be all over the tabloids and internet."

"No, she's doing alright." Troy ensures me. We have security men following her in Boston, just like it was in Oxford. USA is not UK, but we're still careful. Crazy people are everywhere.

"Okay..." I nod as I intertwine my left hand with his. The baguette diamonds of my wedding ring send rainbows through the sky and the deep emerald colour is sparkling like crazy.

"Do you still miss your old rings?"

I shrug and look up, "I love these rings but I loved the old ones more. Nevertheless they are gone, stolen by monkeys!" I grin at my own words. "It still sounds crazy to say that out loud. Monkeys stole my rings!"

"Well if it makes you feel better, I think they're having a lot of fun with these rings."

I chuckle, "I think the rangers must've found them by now. They probably made money off of them." I say with another shrug.

"Daddy,"

Troy and I turn around at the sound of Jo's voice. Her siblings and she are standing a few meters behind us. Rory is on her iPhone. Why are they back already? They should still be in Tulum, exploring the Mayan ruins.

"What's wrong?" I ask her concerned.

"There has been a terror attack on Sri Lanka." Ana explains to us.

Rory hangs up and looks at us. "I'm taking the jet to Sri Lanka. The King is sending George and me to Colombo."

"But you have nothing to wear." I tell her. Her whole suitcase is full of summer clothes that are not appropriate for a formal visit in the name of His Majesty to Sri Lanka.

"I do. I've been flying with an all black outfit for a while now. A stylist will have collected an appropriate wardrobe by the time I reach Colombo." Rory explains. "You guys are fine flying first class, aren't you?"

"Of course." Troy ensures her before embracing her. "You're not even a Royal but yet you're already thinking like one."

"I don't need a title to show humanity and pay respect."

"Or a crown." Nate says with a wink.

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Prince George and Lorelai visit Sri Lanka after terror attack!

On behalf of His Majesty, Prince George and Lorelai visited Colombo, the capital city of Sri Lanka after a terror attack that destroyed churches and temples all over the island. Over 500 people lost their lives when 16 bombs exploded minutes apart.

The heartbreaking images filled the news-channels along with condolences from all over the world. While the King of the UK has sent a letter to Sri Lanka, which is a commonwealth country, he has also decided to sent his Grandson and his fiancé just 10 days before the wedding. It was reported that Lorelai even broke off her hen party in Mexico to fly across half of the globe. Dressed in an all black outfit (skirt, blouse and high heels by Givenchy), Lorelai Bolton talked to the victims' families as the couple visited local hospitals. She was seen hugging crying families members and even trying hard to hold back her own tears. She looked radiant and had a bronzed glow but also heartbroken over what happened.

After a private meeting with the president, Prince George and Lorelai laid down flowers on the locations in Colombo. The following day the couple helped out at the local hospital before flying back to London in the evening.

In one week the wedding of the century will take place in London.

But not all will be celebrating.

Lorelai Bolton: The perfect Royal bride

Lorelai Bolton is, what it seems, the perfect Royal bride. While the youngest Bolton daughter dazzles the world with her beauty and honouring Royal traditions, there are also some negative voices arising. People claim that Lorelai has been moulded into the perfect Royal over the years of her relationship with Prince George. The couple met at Le Rosey, one of the most expensive boarding school of the world, at the age of 15. And as the Bolton Family has chosen to pay for the Royal Wedding, breaking a hundred year old tradition, it is obvious that Lorelai Bolton is coming from a very wealthy family. The Boltons are in the same pot as the Rothschilds, Waltons, Morgan, Rockefeller, Dumas and Arnault family; their wealth has been in the family for centuries. While she is not blue blooded, she clearly knows how to behave at state banquets and other Royal get-together. She knows whom to curtsy to and more importantly how to perform that curtsy correctly. She's made far less mistakes than the Princess of Wales or Duchess Meghan when they married into Mountbatten-Windsor Family. But she also bent the Royal Protocol like no one ever before. She lived with Prince George in Nottingham Cottage on the Kensington Palace's grounds while making everyone believe she was reinventing royal rules, when really she was already engaged to the Prince of the UK. Her biggest scandal yet was the famous walk behind the Queen's coffin on her funeral, a year ago. Back then it seemed like Prince George caused a huge scene as he demanded Lorelai to join him on this historic walk from Clarence House to Westminster Abbey, but things quickly cleared up as not only Prince George But His Majesty The King spoke out. Her scandal turned 180 degrees when it was announced that the Queen herself requested Lorelai to walk behind the coffin. Furthermore, the King made it clear that the whole Royal Family is behind Bolton's back.

But does that mean Lorelai can do whatever she wants? Or are there Royal protocols she does have to stick to?

Only time will tell.

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I should stare at the screen in front of me but all I can stare at is my youngest daughter. Tomorrow she's going to marry the love of her life, who happens to be the heir to the British throne. She will look spectacular in her wedding dress in Westminster Abbey.

It's going to be a day she won't forget. The whole world won't forget that day.

She'll write history.

"Are you nervous?" Ana asks her little sister. She's been watching her with her big green eyes all evening as well. We're all snuggled up in our cinema, watching a movie. Rory picked it out but we are all not really watching it. Instead we're enjoying ourselves as a family. It has been a while since I've had my whole family in this house. I missed seeing them all together.

"No." Rory answers before taking a sip of her coconut water. She stayed clear of alcohol and salt in the last three weeks and ate lots of veggies. A good diet, a good exercise regimen and regular visits at the cosmetologist made her glow like never before.

It reminds me of the day when she won the Golden Slam. It feels similar. Similar and yet so different.

My little girl is getting married tomorrow! Married!

"Not at all?" Jo asks her with wide blue eyes. "I mean, no offence but billions of people will watch you, hoping you'd stumble on your way into the Abbey."

"Jo!"

But Rory only giggles. "I know and I won't stumble." She says to her older sister, whom she shares so many facial features with. They're twins but not identical, yet sometimes I think they are. They're so alike in their character and sometimes even looks. Especially when they're wearing black sweatpants and a white T-shirt like right now. Like the rest of the Bolton women, they have a hair mask in their wet hair. We all wrapped our hair into buns that sit on top of our heads. We even put on an overnight, all natural, moisturising mask for our faces. It's transparent, otherwise I think the boys would get a heart attack.

Josephine stares back at her sister, "I can't believe you're not nervous!"

But Rory only shrugs. "Look, I love him and I want to marry him. Tomorrow I'll become George's wife. Our wedding is just bigger. People all over the world will be our witnesses when we promise each other through good times and bad, through sickness and health; but that's okay. I'll have George by my side for as long as we both shall live. I don't care about all the other stuff around us."

"You do." Nate points out.

"Well, yeah I do. Of course I do, but not so much that it freaks me out. It's part of him."

"It's not part of him. The crown is not part of him. The system, the firm, is not part of him. He could give that up for you. He could and he would." Della tells her.

"I know but I don't want him to. Sure, I would like a quieter life sometimes but we'll get that at Craigowan Lodge for a while before we start working for the crown. I don't like living in a gold fish bowl but then again, I've always lived in a gold fish bowl. We all have. We've grown up with the press in our faces all the time. It's just now the interest is global."

"And that interest won't die."

Rory nods. "But I'm really not worried."

"So, when exactly are you going to tell us your title?" Nate asks before grabbing some popcorn out of the bowl in front of him.

"It's going to be Princess, duh!" Calloway and Gideon say out of one mouth.

"No, it won't." Nate says back to them. "It'll be Duchess or Lady or something."

"What's a Duchess?" Cal asks his older sister.

"Duchess is like a step down from Queen."

"I thought that would be Princess."

"Well, yes but Duchess have Princesses or Princes."

"So, you won't be a Princess like Elsa in Frozen? Gideon asks her with his deep brown eyes. The only child in our family that has inherited my eye colour.

Rory shakes her head, "No. Not yet at least. I'm going to be Princess of Wales one day, when William is King and Catherine is Queen Consort. Unless of course George's decides to stay with the title we're going to get tomorrow. Either would be fine with me. Duchess or Princess; it's not much of a difference to me. But your nieces or nephews will be Princesses and Princes."

Gideon and Cal look at each other. "But we won't curtsy to them. Or you."

We all giggle. Yeah, we will definitely never curtsy to them.

"No and you don't have to. I'm still Rory. The people outside this house will just know me as someone else."

"And as what exactly?" Nate pushes again.

"You'll find out tomorrow." Rory says with a grin on her lips. "But I like it. It's really... it suits us very well." She drove from Nottingham Cottage to Richmond with two police officers on motorcycles in front and behind her in her silver Aston Martin. Paparazzi followed her until our black wrought iron gates. I think she's the only commoner who has ever driven by herself on her last day of being an unmarried woman. Catherine and Meghan stayed in hotels the night before their wedding and they each got driven by a driver in a black Range Rover.

But not so my daughter. She liked to get things done in her way.

"Rory!" Ana complains with a growl. Even she and Della are sleeping over tonight as well. Tomorrow morning at nine am, the house will start to get filled with hairstylists and make up artists, photographers and camera teams, dress makers, and twelve children. It'll be a mad house. "We're family. We all share our secrets."

Either that or they come up to the surface in the end anyway.

"Alright fine. As of tomorrow I will be Countess of Rosslyn, Baroness of Chichester of Belfast and Duchess of Oxford." She announces with a grin on her lips. "George will be given two Dukedoms, which is a massive honour since no monarch has done that before. The Dukedom Norfolk and Oxfordshire."

"Duchess of Oxford..." Nate tries it out. "Yeah, it's good."

"And very fitting since they went to Oxford University." Jo nods.

"It sounds good." Della says. "But I won't call you that. Ever."

"Me, too!" The rest of my kids say in a choir.

I chuckle, "To us you will always be Rory."

No matter the title. She'll always be my little girl.

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Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.

The next chapter will be about the wedding and the time afterwards. After the next chapter I'll upload the first chapter of Someone's someone.

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In gratitude,

Nicole