We needn’t have wor­ried – it was unique and rather lovely

The Daily Telegraph - - Eugenie & Jack - By Ju­dith Woods

The over­all ef­fect was like a re­ally out­stand­ing cheese dream

When it comes to wed­dings, there are cer­tain ir­refutable truths. Ev­ery bride is ra­di­ant, ev­ery gown exquisite, and if just the one page­boy goes fly­ing in the gale, that’s the sort of col­lat­eral dam­age any con­gre­ga­tion can live with.

For­tu­nately, lit­tle Louis de Givenchy was pulled up­right be­fore a house landed on him or he was hit by a bi­cy­cling Princess Anne in the tor­nado that had ev­ery last fas­ci­na­tor whip­ping about Wind­sor like Kansas in a twister.

The bride, a taste­fully daz­zling Princess Eu­ge­nie, had stip­u­lated that fe­male guests wear a hat – a memo that model Cara Delev­ingne cre­atively in­ter­preted as “Art­ful Dodger in heels” – which was the very def­i­ni­tion of sar­to­rial jeop­ardy on a blus­tery au­tum­nal day.

But then again this was an oc­ca­sion freighted with po­ten­tial peril. Would Prince Philip pre­fer a lie-in? Would Fergie cry or (gasp!) qui­etly reach for Prince An­drew’s hand? Would Kate prank Meghan into dye­ing and rewear­ing her wed­ding dress on Eu­ge­nie’s big day?

We need not have wor­ried. The Duke of Ed­in­burgh turned up. Fergie was a bit wavy and ex­citable – frankly, she has so few friends in the Firm that any smil­ing face will elicit a hand clutch. And far from up­stag­ing her, the Duchesses of Sus­sex and Cam­bridge were un­cer­e­mo­ni­ously bun­dled into St Ge­orge’s Chapel via the Galilee Porch en­trance like a cou­ple of dodgy pris­on­ers on re­mand. It was per­fect.

Far from be­ing a pale im­i­ta­tion of Harry and Meghan’s sum­mer nup­tials, the mar­riage of Eu­ge­nie, whom com­men­ta­tors have sud­denly and rather creep­ily started re­fer­ring to as “a blood princess”, and Jack Brooks­bank, her beau of seven years, was a unique and rather lovely event. Did thou­sands of well-wish­ers and throngs of in­ter­na­tional news teams line the streets? No – but there were enough to cheer the bride and groom as they rode past in a car­riage.

Was their match a sig­nif­i­cant mo­ment in royal his­tory? No – but there were loads more celebs to rub­ber­neck than last time: Demi Moore, Tracey Emin, Jack White­hall, El­lie Gould­ing and James Blunt.

The Queen wore palest duck egg blue. Pippa Mid­dle­ton was heav­ily preg­nant. Stephen Fry’s tou­sle-haired hus­band looked like an urchin about to pick a pocket or two, and there were more Vis­counts than the bis­cuit aisle in Waitrose. The over­all ef­fect was like a re­ally out­stand­ing cheese dream.

There was pomp, there was cir­cum­stance, and a se­lec­tion of rav­ish­ing fan­fares and hymns, but the ma­jor dif­fer­ence be­tween this royal wed­ding and the last was that we sim­ply don’t know enough about Princess Eu­ge­nie to care about her the way we have in­vested in Prince Harry.

Truth­fully, be­fore her en­gage­ment, I would have been hard pushed to tell her apart from Princess Beatrice, her el­der sis­ter and maid of hon­our.

In­ci­den­tally, Beatrice’s read­ing, a short ex­cerpt from The Great Gatsby, was nicely de­liv­ered, but a very pe­cu­liar choice, in that it was es­sen­tially a glow­ing trib­ute to the groom’s big­hearted gen­eros­ity of spirit. But that’s self­less love for you. For a blood princess, Eu­ge­nie’s clearly not such a princess af­ter all.

The groom looked fab­u­lously over­whelmed, which was tremen­dously sat­is­fy­ing for some rea­son I can’t quite iden­tify. He looked tear­ful dur­ing the cer­e­mony, wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands, and the sheer spec­ta­cle clearly left him over­awed.

This was a wed­ding where the fo­cus was on fam­ily and friends, rather than di­plo­macy and duty. No mat­ter that the wind claimed a cou­ple of ca­su­al­ties and the flower girls’ dresses had some­thing of The Sound of Mu­sic about them, the bride was ra­di­ant and her gown exquisite. It may not have been this year’s first royal wed­ding, but it was never go­ing to be sec­ond class.

Prince Ge­orge joins the flow­ers girls, left, while fel­low page­boy Louis de Givenchy takes a tum­ble on the steps

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