Dressed in a knee-length, sleeveless yellow sundress for our scheduled meet and greet with the Crown Prince, I stare at the sea of excited faces and wonder if maybe I should have followed the suggestions of my maid when she told me a simple dress isn’t going to cut it.
I mean, all the girls here are dressed so elegantly it’s almost as if they’re attending a party rather than a simple luncheon.
Sighing, I make my way to the buffet table and fix myself a plate among my giggling competitors.
Once I was done serving myself, I turned around and looked for an available table, the garden is beautifully decorated with round tables covered by silk linens and white chairs.
The amazing scent of wildflowers fills the entire garden and with the sun masked behind the clouds, the afternoon seems a
