AS SOON AS MONDAY CAME, Amelia called Beatrice, the royal public relations head, to ask her several questions, and then she called the household office. This time, when she identified herself and asked for Mr. Jones, her royalty customer service representative was immediately put on the line.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, as sunny and competent as ever.
“I have a question.” Amelia had dozens of questions. Hundreds perhaps, but right now there was only one she was worried about.
“I’ll do my best to find an answer. What do you need to know?”
“Later this week I’ll be traveling to Princess Imogene’s grave. To pay my respects. I want to bring flowers to leave there, but I don’t know what’s —” Amelia flailed for the word. “Proper? Appropriate?”
Mr. Jones hesitated. “I can forward you t
