I hadn’t laughed so hard since Drake accidentally let a guinea pig loose in the mall. The gardens were, of course, phenomenal. Karl kept comparing all these plants to different royals and making me laugh. (See this shrub? Totally the Earl of Boden.) Actually, that’s all I really did for the next two hours. Crack up. Who’d have thought Karl could be so…fun? Of course, I knew he was nice, but on TV and in magazines he’d always seemed a little stiff for me, not to mention our interaction the day before. I guess now that he was home and comfortable he was finally being himself. If this was the Karl that Elsa knew, I could maybe see where her crush was coming from. Not enough to fill up a stalker notebook, but enough to start, like, a page. Maybe a page and a half. We wandered out of the formal gardens into an open field, our bare feet cushioned by the soft grass. The sun was out, the air smelled fresh, and I wouldn’t have traded all the jewels in the world for an impact moment like this.
