Angelina found the book without much difficulty and went upstairs again to her grandmother’s bedroom.
As she read in her low sweet voice, her thoughts kept wandering to the Prince, seeing the colourful Ceremony taking place and surrounded by all the other Royalty like himself.
It was, however, the newspapers reported sadly, not to boast the same glory and magnificence that would have been there in June.
Then the trains had rolled into Victoria Station, almost every half-an-hour bearing Royal visitors who had come from all over the world.
Angelina had then read out the full list of guests that had seemed like the pages in a Fairytale.
She remembered how romantic His Imperial Highness the Hereditary Grand Duke Michael of Russia had sounded and His Serene Highness the Hereditary Prince o
