Natalie~
Imagine waking up one morning and suddenly being the star of a parade you didn't sign up for—no heads-up, no warning, not even a casual "hey, you might want to prepare your nerves today." Just bam—confetti, marching bands, screaming crowds. That was me.
I genuinely thought the wedding announcement parade was as absurd as my new royal reality could get. I mean, how could it possibly get more over-the-top than waving from a gold-plated carriage in a tiara that weighed more than my childhood trauma?
But then I looked out the palace gates.
And wow.
There were people everywhere—packed shoulder to shoulder, spilling into streets like a living ocean of flags, flowers, and phone cameras. Some held banners with our names, others had my face printed on their shirts, which was both flattering and terrifying. The cheers were deafening. It didn't feel real.
