Vickie tells him to take care of my street clothes. He bows. I see the servant take the tiara and give it to a group of security guards who are very formidably armed. Vickie takes me by the hand and leads me out the door back to the group.
I don’t know why I am so self conscious and so shy here. I can’t stop myself. All present are the young cr¨me de la cr¨me of Royal High Society. I still shouldn’t feel this way.
Vicki has me back at the round sofa. They all make room for me on the sofa and crowed around when I crawl on and sit. The questions are friendly and the chatter goes round and round.