Wills and Kate
Very elegant as always for Kate. Considering the event, I am not surprised that she went restrained and somewhat neutral. When one's grandmother-in-law is the Queen and she's having yet another party, it's in your best interest not to crash it with your boob hanging out FERGIE. (Not that Fergie ever did that AS FAR AS WE KNOW. [And yes, the Queen was her mother-in-law, which is even MORE TERRIFYING.])
Wills and Kate and Zara
Zara's dress is charming, and I enjoy that she and William are doing some kind of awkward, "hi, relative, I love you" grip on each other while really neither of them is speaking to the other at all. In the background, Harry is chatting up Mr Zara The Rugby Player and I guarantee they're talking about sports.
The Trio
"No, Mike told me they CAN'T LOSE. Come on, Kate, go in with me on this one. You can use the money for the baby!"
The Trio
"Fine. I'll be serious in church. We're talking about this later, though. Do not send me out to grab tea and then disappear again."
Kate
"Big money, Kate. Big money. I'm not saying anything's going to go wrong with you and WhatsHisName over there, but a lady should have a nest egg, and I hear the Miami Heat are the way to go. I'm just saying. Mike knows things. Gambling is VERY gentlemanly. I can't even TELL YOU the number of relatives of mine who blew an entire fortune gambling! We ALL do it. Come on, Kate. Loan me fifty quid."
The Back of Kate's Head
The proper answer to a gentleman asking you to float him gambling money IS the back of your head, too.
Andrew and Sophie
Sophie, who is actually surprisingly stylish at times, is wearing really very sexy shoes, considering. And good for her.
I also appreciate that Lady Louise always looks sort of bored by all this folderol. I like to think that she just wants to get home and read the rest of Anne of Avonlea.
Lady Louise
"I need to know what happens with Gilbert Blythe, you guys."
Beatrice and Eugenie
I actually love all of Princess Beatrice's look. Eugenie looks totally nice, although I think she has a violet conch stapled to her head. In other news, "The Violet Conch" is the name of my new series of books about sexually ambiguous undercover lady-spies operating out of a tea house in 1830s London. (Actually, put a pin in that. I want to read that. Maybe it can be a spin-off from the Historical Mystery Drama County House Time Travel book. WAIT. That book already HAS time travel, so we'll just fold it in! EXCELLENT. The awesome and sexually ambiguous lady spy/tea purveyors can pop up and help with Hitler.)
Camilla
In which Camilla again continues to embrace any opportunity to appear as if she could begin molting if things go wrong.
St Edward's Crown
Hey, look, it's a fancy crown!
Queen Elizabeth II
God save her indeed and not just because I mistook the flowers under her hat for curlers, although that would have been just as delightful.