So it’s the royal wedding tomorrow!
Have I told you that Prince Harry is my brother, at least he is in my head. So let me tell you of the events as it will go down, at least in my head.
First things first, I do not need an invite to the wedding since it is my brother that is getting married, I mean who needs a special invite to her brother’s wedding? Since I have been away from home for a long while now though I need to give my respects to my grandmother whom I have missed so much, oh I am talking of no other person but the lovely Queen Elizabeth II.
So I first go down to the Buckingham palace dressed in my full regalia of Aso-oke and the Nigerian trademark headgear (I cannot totally deny my second nationality at this point). I walk down to meet the Queen, my grandmother (do not forget that), and she’s also so happy to see me. We chit chat a little with her asking me about my attire and I promising to help her slay in these attires in future events.
I look around for Father, Prince Charles, but I am told that he is already at Windsor Castle with my brothers, Prince William and Prince Harry.
Soon it is time to ride down to the castle.
I get to ride down with my brother Williams’ wife, Kate, and my nephew, George and my niece, Charlotte and of course their newest addition, Arthur, did I mention he is so cute. The ride is by carriage, I mean, we are royalty
plus it has been a long time since I enjoyed such. So we move. Charlotte, all over me on the ride down, smothering me with kisses, and Kate was all gushing over my attire especially my headgear. Then I remember to ask Kate if the recipe for the famous Jollof rice has been given to the chefs as I was not going to miss that delicacy for anything, not even my brother’s wedding, to which she affirmed. Cool!
We will get to the Castle to join other family members to wait, there we’d meet dad, Prince Charles and Grandfather, Prince Phillips.
Soon enough, the Princes, my brothers, William and Harry walk down the castle ground greeting guests as they walk down. At this point my eyes tears up being proud of the fine young men they have grown into.
I know the exact moment Harry sees me, as he almost jumps for joy and lose all of his home training, a warning look from Grandma does the trick and he composes himself back but with excitement still written all over his face. He is not to be blamed though, I mean who does not jump for joy when he sees his baby sister after a long time. William on the other hand acts more mature and shoots me a composed grin afar off. Getting to our side, Harry carries me and twirls me round gushing about how excited he is that I could make it down to his wedding with me replying him that I would not have missed it for anything in the world, and I commend him for being the one to break the standard by bringing an American and non-royal into our family and that Mother (Princess Diana) would sure be proud of him in her grave which we then laugh away. Though we all wish she was there with us. William on the other hand envelopes me in a bear hug (so much for forming the more mature one). Oh how I have missed my brothers!
It is time for the wedding and Charlotte and George are whisked off to Saint George chapel before us, as Charlotte is the flower girl and George is the ring bearer. I notice with dismay that there are no hashtags nor aso-ebi ladies, how on earth are they going to trend? I have a lot to teach them still yet.
At the chapel, sitting in between the Queen and Kate who by the way is the Duchess of Cambridge, my brothers are standing by the altar with William besting Harry. Then it is time for Meghan, the bride to come in. She is preceded by cute Charlotte (I have always adored her cuteness) sprinkling the flowers before her with an adorable smile plastered on her face. Meghan comes in looking all shades of elegant and I can see the look of love in my brother’s eyes. She sure has captured his heart. The wedding proceedings continue and before long they were proclaimed husband and wife.
That’s it! My brother is now a married man! So much joy!
I would have loved to give you details of the reception and all, but I will not because that would make you seem like you attended also which you didn’t. But one detail I would not forget to tell you is that our jollof rice was definitely well represented.
When it was time for me to leave, my family members also appealed to me not to leave but I told them I had to leave so I can leave behind all these fantasy to face my real world but I will be back for the next royal wedding which would definitely be mine.
Hope you enjoyed my time at the wedding? The only challenge I am facing right now is that I have not decided the title I am to bear, it probably should be Princess Temi, the Duchess of Fantasy!😃😃😃😃.
Full Write-up Credits : The obsessed TEMItope Opaaje; @sopetemi.
Edited by : @Horptie😀