Anastasija ➻ Prince Harry

[06]midnight swim

midnight swim

Anastasija sat in her room a few minutes away from St George's Chapel with the television on. The coverage of the royal wedding had started almost as soon as the sun was up and she'd been watching it ever since. Guests were starting to arrive. Some she recognised, some she didn't.

She'd known the bride, Princess Eugenie, since they met in New York at aged 18. They hadn't immediately hit it off despite hanging out with the same crowd; But eventually she'd come to realise that Eugenie was pretty much the same as her and the two became best of friends which lead to her forming a friendship with Beatrice and later on, William and Kate.

And now, ten years later, here they were. Anastasija in her room waiting to make her way to the Chapel
and Eugenie somewhere in her grandmother's palace probably putting the finishing touches to her dress, hair and make-up. In about an hour she too would make her way to the Chapel, up the aisle to marry Jack.

Anastasija was seriously considering giving the whole wedding a miss; she'd just send them her congratulations later. She may be Eugenie's best friend, but that didn't mean she was a vital part of the ceremony; all she had to do was sit there in the second row and look happy as the couple said their vows and became man and wife. Someone else could have her seat. She didn't want to go; she couldn't bear to have reporters take photos of her.

Besides, she'd get a better view watching it on tv. She turned her attention back to the tv where reporters were speculating over who had designed Eugenie's dress. Now they were talking about the wedding party.

Anastasija stopped listening as her phone rang. She knew what they'd be wearing anyway, since she had design them herself. She looked down at the name flashing across her mobile: Genie.

She let out a stiff breath and tried to put on a cheery voice.

"Genie, How are you my beautiful princess bride?" I asked.

She laughed nervously, "I'm so worried that something will go wrong, and in front of all those people. They'll all be looking at me. I don't think I can take it." She answered.

"Oh Genie, calm down. Just breathe, you're marrying your best friend today. All you should think about is him standing at the end of the alter waiting to make you his wife." I said.

Eugenie laughed.

"You're right and I'm just being dramatic." She said.

"Of course, I'm right." I said.

"Thanks for the advice, I gotta go, see you later at the reception, Bye." She said.

And then she hung up. She sighed and flopped back onto the bed. She wondered for the tenth time that day if she was making the right decision.

She looked back at the television; they were talking about her.

"Of course the front rows of seats of each side of the abbey will be for Eugenie and Jack's family. Beatrice, Eugenie's mother and father, Duchess Sarah and Prince Andrew will occupy the three chairs on the bride's side. Behind them will be Eugenie's best friend, Anastasija Gemma who we have recently discovered is Princess Anastasija Gemma of Bhutan, who left home several years ago and has not return since then and the designer of Eugenie's wedding dress." One of the reporters said.

Anastasija rolled her eyes, she didn't want to hear herself discussed so she switched to the BBC coverage and went into the large adjacent the bathroom.