The fairytale I saw come true..

Ever since I inhaled a fresh Friday whiff on my bed this morning, the live coverage of the royal wedding has been continuously broadcasting on my black screen. This day is what authors try and twirl into words, directors into reels, and artists stroke across their canvases but there isn’t a perfect word or the most accurate scene or even an exact tone of color which could even try to imitate this enchanted, fabulous love story.

The synchronization of the parade, harmonization of the choir, and the aerial view of thousands of proud British out onto streets in the biting cold waving their flag was the true view of nationalism. There were many even wearing tuxes and sashes and little girls with tiaras or their parents with large British hats, cheering as one.

From the lacey white adorned dress of the bride to the most dazzling, exquisite hats amidst the guests, the royal red carpet stretched waiting to be under, for the first step of the princess-to-be.

Every wrinkle was smoothened out, every boot polished. There wasn’t a tangled tassel or dull drape or a flickering chandelier. Everything was just what a royal wedding should have.

There was no criticism, disappointment, low frowns or high eyebrow twitches or the smallest of complaints, even against the weather. There was only celebration of a new addition to the British monarchy. And oh was it spectacular!!

And today I honestly wished I was a British.

And now for the royal kiss…….