Meg Cabot Royal Wedding May 2026

“You have a little olive oil on your chin.”

“Florals,” Helga barked, flipping to tab fourteen. “Princess, you requested peonies. But peonies are out of season. We have substituted carnations.” meg cabot royal wedding

The week before the wedding, everything fell apart. “You have a little olive oil on your chin

“He is the father of the groom,” Grandmère said, as if explaining gravity to a toddler. “It would be a scandal if he were not present. The New York Post would have a field day. ‘Princess Snubs In-Laws.’ Do you want that on your conscience?” ” Helga barked

“Don’t call me ‘Princess’ in that sarcastic tone,” I warned.