She sat beside her mother now, tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched Kate Middleton walk down the aisle on her prince’s arm. The new Duchess of Cambridge looked radiant and was positively glowing with happiness. Ellie dabbed at her eyes as she watched them come out of Westminster Abbey and wave to the cheering crowds. Ellie had taken the day offworkfrom the beauty salon to watch the weddingon TV and she wasloving every minute of it. Kate’s dress was fabulous and, as for Pippa’s – there were just no words to describe it. It was all so romantic and perfect.She sighed, reaching for another Kleenex.Ellie had dreamed of being a brideever since she was a little girl. Her favourite game back then had been ‘getting married’, when she would cajole her friends into taking turns to stand inas the groom. Ellie was always the bride, walking down the garden path, a bunch of daisies in her hand and her mother’s discarded net curtains trailing behind her. She still dreamed of being a bride and had expected that she would by now have met her prince.
