Sophia's POV My long lace veil is lifted off the ground by my bridesmaids as Christopher gives me his hand to enter a carriage from which we will greet the people of England lined up on the streets, for the first time as a married couple. The future King and Queen of the United Kingdom. I can't seem to grasp the reality of this situation. I knew it was going to happen. But now it seems surreal. "Thank you, girls," I smile to my friends - Jen and -Susanne - as they neatly fold my round veil into the bottom of the carriage. "By the way," Susanne presses her blond locks behind her ear as she leans in to me, "You'll never guess who I chatted with," she raises her thin brows in a seductive, yet posh way, and I know she must have met someone she likes at the ceremony. "Tell me," I deman