Getting Ready
Dec 30, 2013 19:17:52 GMT -5
Post by Sarah on Dec 30, 2013 19:17:52 GMT -5
Now that the coronation ceremony was happening in a week, there was a lot to do, with arrangements for dignitaries, the dinner afterward, seating--everything that came with a large occasion involving visiting heads of state (one of whom was the Emperor of Austria-Hungary, a fact that made her twitch, though only she knew why). Thankfully, Sarah didn't have to deal with all that, since you didn't handle those affairs until you were Queen, and she technically wasn't that yet. For her, it was figuring out where she would be staying in the interim--a future Queen couldn't stay in a mere hotel, but she couldn't go to Buckingham quite yet. Instead, they'd settled on one of the country estates (a house that was just as large as the Gatsby Estate) for the in-between home.
Then there was the wardrobe. Sarah didn't own anything appropriately royal, or even of the right vintage (for England, at least). And so there were new clothes and also the official dress that she couldn't wear until the day of the ceremony. At the moment, a royal seamstress was taking her measurements for the dress. Sarah found it hard not get bored while she stood there, and as always her mind wandered over to Jay--they'd barely seen much of each other since the preparations, and all she knew about what was going on with him was that he was getting a similar treatment, since the Queen's Consort couldn't go about wearing just anything. She really, really needed to speak to him--her nerves were frayed and she felt so overwhelmed that she just wanted to curl up in a ball somewhere.
Then there was the wardrobe. Sarah didn't own anything appropriately royal, or even of the right vintage (for England, at least). And so there were new clothes and also the official dress that she couldn't wear until the day of the ceremony. At the moment, a royal seamstress was taking her measurements for the dress. Sarah found it hard not get bored while she stood there, and as always her mind wandered over to Jay--they'd barely seen much of each other since the preparations, and all she knew about what was going on with him was that he was getting a similar treatment, since the Queen's Consort couldn't go about wearing just anything. She really, really needed to speak to him--her nerves were frayed and she felt so overwhelmed that she just wanted to curl up in a ball somewhere.