Today William wanted us to go to the Palace. He wanted me to officially meet his father and I was literally shaking as I was digging through our shared closet for something to wear.
I was standing in just my underwear, my hair curled into soft waves and my makeup done. My lips painted red and my mascara the only makeup I had on.
"Babe, I don't really understand why you're stressing yourself out. My father is going to love you." William says, buttoning his white collared button down.
I roll my eyes and spot a red dress I had bought a few weeks ago and take it out by the hanger.
"Well, your mother already hates me so perhaps a love/hate relationship with them will balance out to just borderline acceptance." I remark, taking the dress off of the hanger carefully and unzipping the back be
