Victoria knew not if Prince Harry had indeed enjoyed himself, but in truth and honesty, she had. She could not relive the picture of Andrew in tattered clothes and with a protruding stomach. That was altogether hilarious from him… and whoever had made him wear that surely had much control over Andrew, more than any other. She hoped she would return to the hall again, probably on another Tuesday, or better yet, the Thursday, the Thursday which Prince Harry had stated was his birthday. Probably she would quest Prince Harry to accompany her on Thursday.
At the moment, they were both skewing through the crowd, finding space to reach the door and leave. Prince Harry was holding out his arm forward, paving the way for her to pass. He was indeed a gentleman. Indeed a great man he was.
