Where’s My Tiara?

The world watched transfixed this morning as Prince William made the lovely Kate Middleton his bride and locked her into (hopefully) a lifetime of public scrutiny. Yeah, for a writer of erotic romance, not so big on the real-life romance. What can I say, I’m jaded. What stood out to me, besides how flipping glowing she was, and how flipping cute Harry is (I’ve always gone for the rascals), was this: I have no desire for the wedding. No desire for the big fancy dress. But, dammit, I want to wear a fricking tiara!!!

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