Camilla. It was all about catching a glimpse of this temptress. This vixen who taught the world that patience is indeed a virtue. That if you love someone, set them free; if they really love you they’ll come back.
Camilla; similar to Cruella.
Mucking across the legislature lawn for the second time in as many weeks, I was set to sneer. Sure the royal family seems to have placed a Band-Aid over Camilla’s roll in history; and Charles’ too, for that matter. But I hadn’t forgotten. Diana is forever.
My cynicism held for all of thirty seconds. The energy on the legislature lawn was contagious. Cameras were readied; paper Canadian flags handed out; Prince Charles’ security guards loomed above us and the Canadian flag atop the parliament buildings was lowered.
As the motorcade echoed throughout the downtown streets, my husband directed our toddler’s gaze to the bottom of the driveway. Not a fan of the royals, but humouring me with the adventure, he fielded Miss Q’s questions. In her world princes have crowns and princess’; dutchess’ aren’t on the radar.
His Royal Highness’ motorcade lurched to a stop in front of us. Everyone craned their necks for a glimpse of Camilla. Where was she? Would she look as haggard as she has in photos?
Out stepped Prince Charles. Smaller in person, but his presence warmed the gloomy Victorian afternoon. I couldn’t believe I was so close. I forgot about Camilla. But, the people around me hadn’t. They continued to search as Prince Charles shook hands with the premier of our province. The low rumbles of, “Where is Camilla?” rose to cheers as she walked around the car to his side.
Camilla in real-life. Jumping out of the tabloids; standing meters away.
Poof. All my grr-fullness evaporated. She was cute, yes, I said cute, in her blue double-buttoned jacket and black knee-high boots. Quite stylish. And her smile was genuine. No hint of crocodilenss.
How could this be the woman dragged through the tabloids? She looked strong, healthy, and had a glow about her. Fresh? Yes, fresh – as in a breath of fresh air. And seeing her with her long awaited prince, you couldn’t help but think, albeit begrudgingly, that they were made for each other.