A relatively long time ago in a land not-so-far away (Home Counties. Lovely area), a commoner named Catherine Elizabeth Middleton was born at the Royal Berkshire Hospital.
Fast-forward 34 years, andh ere we are, thanks to a clever mother and the kind of self-confidence people would trade their first-borns for.
The Duchess of Cambridge’s wasn’t necessarily a rags-to-riches tale, but it’s hard to imagine that her ancestors were poverty-stricken coal miners.
Happy Birthday, Your Royal Highness. You have literally won the game of life.
Jewelry and a Ball Gown = Another Tuesday Night
How about my figure, though?
Taking A Nap Before I Marry A Prince
K, bye .
I Made You An Heir, UK.
Thanks For Watching
Going into my castle now.
Which One Of You Named Me “Waity Kaity?”
Just checking. Do you live in a palace? How many holidays do you take per month?
He is Such a Dish
Ah, Yes. These Old Things.
I thought they were a little too small, but William thinks they’re lovely.
Made You A Spare
One is exhausted, can’t you tell?
My Dress Was So Cheap, It Was Almost Free.
Someone mentioned it being four times their rent. I don’t know what “rent” means.
Look aA My Hair. Look At The Foliage Behind Me. LOOK AT ALL OF THIS.
I won Christmas.