"Show me how you would sit down, miss Delamane." The posh woman spoke, eyeing Evee up and down, her hands tied together.

The blonde stood there a little awkwardly, shifting her eyes towards Kate, silently pleading for help. In the last hour, she had never been so judged before in her life. It seemed as if it was easier doing CPR than it was greeting other royalty. "Go ahead, Miss. The Duchess has been through this as well." The black haired woman spoke, encouraging her to sit down with etiquette.

Evee wanted to ask how she actually survived this on her own but she didn't want Sonja (that was the etiquette teacher's name) to give her another 'tut tut tut'. The sound that came through her lips together with the disappointing headshake made Evee shudder.

Sonja watched how Evee sat down, legs together, quite elegantly. "That's good, you're doing it well!" Horror etched over her face when the future Duchess threw her one leg over another in comfort. "No! No! Don't ever do that! You may cross your ankles but you must never cross your legs, it's masculine! A flash of princess-ly undergarments would be a severe broach of protocol."

Evee raised her eyebrows as she noticed Kate holding back her laughter at her face from the corner of the room. She wanted to comment that her undergarments weren't princess like whatsoever and she was certain Harry would agree. The "Mind If I Slytherin?" comment on one of her panties would probably make the headlines if that one popped up. She decided then to never wear the green underpants underneath a dress. She would not explain that one to the Queen.

"Stand up, do it again." Sonja spoke. "Remember, one must brush the chair with the back of your calves." The older lady watched how the blonde did it quite well once again. "Most astonishing! A lot better than before! Now lesson three: walking. Stand up, miss."

Evee watched how the woman, who actually quite resembled a Chihuahua walked around her. "Walk like you normally would. I shall correct you."

Evee tried to remember how to walk with a little dignity, head held high. "Don't cross your knees!" Sonja sighed, leaving out a huff. "You glide, you need to glide." The blonde tried holding back laughter, she couldn't help it. She knew this was serious business but it was almost ridiculous. "Start with your weight on your back foot.  You should brush your foot lightly against the other heel as you step, so you can tell your feet are aligned." Evee tried to glide. "Hands loosely by your sides!" Sonja barked.

After walking five times around the room, Sonja sighed. "We will practice this again tomorrow. The sitting you have covered but you still walk like a giant. Let's take a break. We shall continue in thirty."

Evee watched as the woman left the room, nodding at both Kate and her. The blonde immediately turned towards her future sister in law, pouting her lip. "Please help me."

Kate covered her mouth with her hand in laughter. "I cannot believe you said 'Because then I get easier access to the canapes?' When she questioned why your drink had to be in your left hand. The woman nearly had a heart attack."

"I didn't know it was so my right was free to shake people's hands! Food is always my first option." The blonde tried not to laugh along.

"I should have filmed this, Harry would have a wonderful time watching this."

"Don't you dare! And who doesn't hold their glasses out for a refill?! How will I get a drink then?" The blonde questioned, sitting down next to Kate on the Victorian sofa.

"That's on your mind? How you'll get a drink?" The Duchess laughed once again.

"Well no, but I do get a dry throat very easily." Eveline mumbled, grabbing the glass of water off the table.

"They will refill it for you, believe me. You need to take sips by the way, not gulps." Kate pointed at the way Evee threw back the glass of water. She couldn't help but laugh when the blonde squinted her eyes at her from behind the glass. "No seriously though, take this whole ordeal as a guideline but I honestly feel if you were to do everything according to the book, people wouldn't like it anyways. They like who you are now, just try to remember the most important things okay. Don't wound yourself up, it's not necessary." Kate spoke, wrapping her hand around Evee's wrist.

The blonde nodded her head and continued listening. "It's just so you know how to eat in public, how to greet other royalty from abroad. People won't mind if you say, "Pleased to meet you." Instead of "How do you do?". You just need to think of the situation. Harry's not always using protocol, he doesn't care, he just does it when he's in company of other royals. I think these are the basics but you have to make them your own, no one wants a stiff princess or duchess. Don't worry about it, you'll get used to it, give it some time."

"Yes, you're probably right."

"The wedding's a little more than two months away, are you ready for it?" Kate eagerly questioned.

"Things have been going smoothly, I cannot believe it's only two months away. Time flies. Harry and I have been in a lot of meetings and visited St Paul's last week." The couple had indeed visited the Anglican cathedral and Evee was once again smacked by the beauty of the architecture. "I cannot believe I will be getting married in there." 

"You better believe it because it's happening." Kate smiled. "Think you're ready to walk that aisle in front of millions of people?"

"It's petrifying." Evee shook her head, she was already nervous as hell and the wedding was still two months away.

"I know how you feel." Kate nodded her head. "You just have to focus on the fact that you're marrying the man you love, that's the only thing that got me through that day. If you think your hands were stiff by the end of Trooping of The Colour, wait until the end of your wedding day. I think the only one more nervous than me for that day was my father."

"I sincerely hope my father won't cry."

"Oh he will, mine did it in the car but luckily nobody really noticed." Kate answered, taking a sip of her own glass of water.

"Your father looks like a teddybear, mine looks like a big bodybuilder. He'll probably make the front news page if he does. I really hope he keeps it together." Evee mumbled, her father might look like a tough guy but she knew deep inside he would be really emotional.

"Hey, don't worry about that. I actually think people will realize it's your wedding after all. Millions of people might be watching, but it still is YOUR wedding, Evee. If your dad wants to cry, he's allowed to. Just make sure he doesn't sob and doesn't want to let go of your hand."

Evee couldn't help but laugh, "Can you imagine walking down the long, long aisle. We reach Harry and then my father just doesn't want to let go of my hand."

"You are not marrying my daughter! Over my dead body!" Kate spoke in a tough voice. "I am taking her back to Belgium and locking her up!"

"Harry would have a heart attack." The blonde laughed, throwing her head back.

"Britain would have a heart attack!"

"My father isn't going to do that. He wouldn't do that to me." Evee smiled, trying not to think about her walking down the aisle already. Not because she didn't want to marry Harry but because she wasn't sure how much she'd be able to hold back her emotions. "That aisle is long by the way, in St Paul's, I have been thinking where to look when all these people are standing up to look at my father and I."

"I honestly just looked ahead of me. I tried to smile a little, shift my eyes here and there but not like, gazing at the interiors or the people. I kept thinking, are we there yet? Are we there yet? I just wanted to get to the front so badly. I kept on gazing at William's back coming closer. It wasn't easy with Harry looking at me and then turning towards Will to talk in his ear. I am actually quite certain William will get him back for that in two months." Kate spoke, a hint of a teasing smile on her face.

"I forgot that Harry can't look at me when I walk the aisle... I'm really stuck with William's teasing eyes, aren't I?"

"You are." Kate grinned. "But you've always gotten along with Will, he's not going to make fun of you on your wedding day. He will make fun of Harry though but it'll be in a brotherly way, I think."

"I've been trying to imagine how Harry will actually be on March Second. I have these versions of him in my head." Evee spoke, trying to get some advice from Kate. She knew Harry had his heart on his sleeve but she also knew he could compose himself if he really wanted to. Then again, this was their wedding day. The most important event in both of their lives. Would royal etiquette really stop him from shedding a tear?

"Oh, I'm quite certain I know which version of Harry there will be standing at the end of that aisle."

"And that is?" The blonde questioned with interest.

"The red eyed, lip biting, eyes up in the air, trying not to cry, hands together, red cheeked Harry. Then when you finally stand next to him, he'll give you one look and he'll give you the best, thankful, sincere smile you have ever received from him. He'll try not to cry, but he will and I'm certain his grandmother knows he will. Everyone knows he will. We're all waiting for it, really." Kate grinned, "Will and I have a bet on how long it will take for the actual tears."

"You guys are the worst. Seriously." Evee shook her head.

"Oh please." Kate waved her hands. "I know if you and Harry would've been dating when Will and I got married, you'd have tons of bets on us."

Well, Kate got her there... "What's your bet?"

"I think he'll cry when he hears the crowd going wild outside and he knows you have arrived. Will says he will when you're walking the aisle. So I'm certain William will actually speak emotional things in his ears just to win this god damn bet. 'Evee looks like an angel, Harry. You're such a lucky man. Stunning, beautiful, exquisite.'"

The blonde couldn't help but throw her head back in laughter. "You two are the worst. You do know I will have to inform my future husband of this bet, right?"

"He knows about it already." Kate shrugged and held back a grin. "I honestly feel like that bet will be the last thing on both of your minds on your special day, even on our minds. Will and I will forget about it once the wedding starts." 

"Yes, probably." Evee nodded her head, biting her lip. She couldn't help but be nervous already and the wedding was still two months away.

"Hey! You'll be fine. The most important thing is that you're marrying the man you love. All the rest, forget about it. Forget about the cameras, forget about all these royal visitors. It's about Harry and you. That's all that matters. You hold on to each other during that Friday. You'll be fine." Kate nodded her head, encouraging Evee. The brunette watched how the door opened and Sonja stepped back in. "If you survive today that is."

"Okay, Miss Delamane, let's go further on eating etiquette." Sonja spoke, clapping her hands.

After another three hours learning about the use of cutlery, Eveline finally understood why Catherine was so thin.