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Mr. and Mrs. Wales

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By Katie Nicholl

The perfect royal wedding was also a labor of love—and one hell of a party. With behind-the-scenes reports from the Big Day (and night), Katie Nicholl pulls back the curtain on the union of two strong personalities, revealing how William and Catherine kicked off a new era for the monarchy, plus where they’re headed next.

As the Duchess of Cambridge took her place on the balcony of Buckingham Palace, the applause from the crowd in the Mall was deafening. For one of the bridal party, three-year-old Grace van Cutsem, it was too much: she covered her ears with her hands and looked grumpily down at the expectant throng which snaked around the Queen Victoria Memorial and occupied every patch of the red concrete road. The bride tried to distract the little girl by excitedly pointing out the sea of Union Jacks that fluttered in the spring sunshine. The weather had held, Kate remarked to one guest; it was a wonderful omen.

As she stood before her future subjects, Kate flashed a winning smile at the thousands of cameras before her. Flanked by the Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh, the Prince of Wales, and the Duchess of Cornwall, Kate looked radiant, confident, happy, and more than at home in her new, royal role. “We want Kate! We want Kate!,” the crowd had cheered as Prince William led his new bride onto the historic vantage point. Resplendent in his Irish Guards ceremonial dress, which had been fitted with sweat pads (there were fears the new duke might perspire or even faint during the service), William waved at his future subjects, who were now cheering, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” It was 1:25 P.M. precisely. This was the moment the world had been waiting for. I was sitting on the third floor of the temporary media village which had been constructed at Canada Gate, broadcasting with Barbara Walters and Diane Sawyer for Good Morning America. We could feel the vibrations of the crowd’s shouts and applause; it was a spine-tingling moment and one I will never forget. Catherine, as she now prefers to be called, with her Welsh-gold wedding band snugly on her finger, her bouquet, which contained Sweet William, clasped in her hand, was every inch the princess we had all been waiting for—and she was finally able to relish the moment she had been dreaming of for so long.

The ceremony at Westminster Abbey unsurprisingly had gone without a hitch. Kate had one last run-through on Thursday morning with Prince Harry and the bridesmaids. She gasped with delight at the sight of the maple trees that had been brought into the Abbey and transformed it into a forest. Irish-born florist Shane Connolly, who had arranged for thousands of daffodils to be flown from Scotland for Prince Charles and Camilla’s wedding day, oversaw the décor, but it had been Kate’s idea, as had scenting the church with her favorite orange-blossom Jo Malone candles. Read more in the Vanity Fair.


Written by Theophyle

June 19, 2011 at 11:01 am

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  1. Hi. I am very happy for Prince William Wales and Katherine Wales!

    In America, though, it gets to be a bit too much with the magazines. Once in a while, not too bad.

    Pretty soon, it will be too much of a good thing.

    joy eger

    June 25, 2011 at 3:06 pm

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