I finally know what Princess Kate feels like as a member of the English royal family, although at the moment I'm nowhere near as beloved as the British beauty is. My 'mother', on the other hand, is thriving in her element. I marvel at her smile, which is equal parts elegant and welcoming, managing to make one feel comfortable when the people view it. Julia matches and is currently holding the queen's hand instead of her nurse's and looks adorable in her small crespine.
As the fanfare slowly dies down, my feet unwillingly follow my family into the largest temple of the Holy Church, marveling at its similarities with the most ornate and prolific of cathedrals in my world such as the Vatican. We wander in and the difference between the outdoors and indoors is stark.
