"The foreign royal families will enter the church first, then the extended royal families. They shall arrive around 10.15am." The wedding planner spoke, standing in the middle of the aisle of St Paul's. "They shall know their seating, it is on the wedding plan. Then the officiants will arrive. "

Evee looked around the church nervously, today was a Wednesday, which meant the wedding was only two days away. St-Paul's was already closed for the public and she could tell from the seating to the flowers, to even the red carpet inside of the cathedral that the preparations were in full modus. Her own family was standing there along with everyone included in the wedding. Her father tried his best to listen to every word the wedding planner said. "At 10.30am, Harry, you will arrive from Clarence House with your brother at the West Portico. You shall greet dean David John Ison by the door, you two shall be escorted by him to the High Altar."

The blonde watched how Harry nodded his head attentively, adjusted his eyes towards his future bride standing next to him. He gave her an encouraging smile and continued listening. "You will know when your grandmother arrives, the fanfare will be sounded. Your father along with Camilla, will walk behind her.  The Duke of Edinburgh of course, next to her Majesty. The dean goes towards the high altar together with them, he shall wait upon the bride there."

"Miss, you leave Kensington at 10.40am sharp together with your father. Miss Jameson, you will be here already with the flower girls and page boys. You wait outside for the arrival of the bride, when she arrives sharp at 11am, you will help her with the train and the veil." Chloe eagerly nodded her head, writing every word on her notebook. Evee couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend, slightly holding back laughter. "As you step out the car, you acknowledge the crowd while your father and Miss Jameson will adjust your dress. You do not help, you wave. Make sure the veil stays put."

Right, wave. That's really all she had to do, wave and smile and try not to cry. The words had been repeating in her mind more than a thousand times by now. "Harry, when you hear the wedding bells and probably the crowd go wild, it is your cue to turn around and face the high altar."

Evee grinned, pushing her head closer to her fiancé's, "Yes, no peaking, Harry." He gave her a cheeky grin and wanted to  teasingly reply something back but was interrupted by the older wedding planner giving them both a glare.

"The Dean shall then lead you to the high altar on The Rose by André Rieu. He will wait for you at the entrance of the Cathedral." The wedding planner spoke. "Let's all take our places now." She instructed, watching how Evee's family immediately took their seats. Harry and William walked up front as Evee stayed put together with her father and Chloe and the kids. Patrice, the wedding planner adjusted their positions a little bit as the blonde sighed. She had been in this Cathedral for the past three hours. Her stomach growled. She could really use a hamburger or two.

"Mister Delamane, you shall carefully lay your daughters hand in yours. You need to do this before you step into the cathedral. You do not let go of her hand until you are at front. Not even to greet the Dean." Evee watched how her father took her hand. "You must keep it up." The wedding planner lifted both their hands at chest height. "Like this. Remember to also take off your hat before you enter the cathedral, before you take your daughter's hand. That counts for everybody." The wedding planner raised her voice a little, more looking at Evee's family than Harry's.

There were so many things to think of that Evee's mind nearly blew up. She almost felt bad for her father, who tried to listen as concentrated as possible together with Chloe. She knew how nervous they both were. "Mister Delamane and the bride will enter the cathedral behind the Dean. Miss Jameson, you are still carrying the train. As you enter the Naïve, you will gracefully place the train down and make sure the veil, again, looks properly. Then you shall take the flowergirls and the pageboys, who will stand at the sidelines at the entrance and walk behind the bride and her father. Meanwhile, the bride and her father shall wait and speak to the Dean once again."

"The wedding dress designer shall be there too to do the last adjustments. Miss Jameson, you will take Princes Charlotte and Mia Tindall their hands and escort them behind the bride. They will be followed by Prince George and young mister Matteo Delamane. Behind them will be Andreas Delamane and Miss Savannah Philips." Evee watched how all the children lined up behind her as her father still held her hand up high.

"Let's try to play the music and walk up gently." The blonde felt her father carefully pinch her hand in encouragement as they shared a sweet smile.  When she suddenly heard the violins playing in the background, she could already feel her heart in her throat. This used to be her grandmother's favorite song. God, she needed to pull herself together, it wasn't even the wedding yet and she was already feeling like a blubbering mess.

The blonde watched how the dean stepped forward and followed carefully, her hand still resting upon her father's. She could hear her brother speak in the background, "Matteo, mooi lachen!" ("Matteo, try to smile pleasantly.") Ignoring her nephew bickering with George in the background, she took a deep breath.

This was a long aisle, her feet already hurt. A lump in her throat formed when she finally spotted Harry's back. He seemed to be looking up at the ceiling, she watched how William had a smile upon his face when she edged closer to the High Altar. She finally arrived next to Harry, who sweetly looked next to him, right at her. "I repeat, the bridegroom and the bride do not touch before the Archbishop takes the bride's hand from her father and hands it to you, Harry. You wait until the introit is sung, just like this." The wedding planner pointed at the four of them standing next to one another. "Everyone will sing the Hymn, after wards the Dean gives the welcome and introduction."

Everybody silently listened to the wedding planner. "After there will be the solemnization of the wedding, in which the archbishop shall both ask you the big question. You both respond with, I will." Harry and hers eyes contacted as they both held back a grin. "Still no touching!" The wedding planner spoke, noticing both their teasing glances.

"It is after that that the bishop shall ask who will give this woman to be married to this man. Then Mister Delamane, you say I do and you will grasp with your left hand your daughter's right and place it gently in the Archbishop's grasp." Evee gently placed her hand in her father's and watched how he escorted it towards the Archbishop. "He shall then pass it to Harry."

"Then we can touch." Evee heard Harry whisper in her ear. She couldn't help but snort, trying to ignore the wedding planner's glance. She felt his fingers carefully wrap around hers, ignoring the way his thumb graced her skin so delicately.

"Harry, you will speak first. You will need to repeat the Archbishop's words and look each other in the eyes." They locked eyes for a minute, trying to hold back laughter. "Right, guys, you cannot do that on Friday."

"We won't, I promise." Evee bit her liping, still looking into the blue debts she had met two years ago.

"You will release hands when Harry's is finished and Evee, you will need to take his hand on your own." The blonde felt the loss of contact and then grabbed his left hand with her own right once again. "You will repeat the words the Archbishop says to Harry and look him in the eye. " She widened her eyes at him in a jokingly matter, trying not to laugh when he snorted.

The wedding planner sighed, shaking her head. "The Duke of Cambridge shall then bring the ring, the Archbishop shall bless it and Harry you will place Eveline's ring upon her fourth finger on her left hand."

"Not her third?" The blonde couldn't help but chuckle, trying to bit her bottom lip so she wouldn't laugh.

The wedding planner gave them both a glare and continued, "Then you both shall kneel, pray and the Archbishop shall join your hands. Afterwards, you shall step aside and sit like we rehearsed two days ago. Mister Delamane and William shall take their seats while the choirs sing."

Evee followed Harry towards the chairs next to the choir and watched how her brother stepped forward. "Then, Alexander shall read the psalm Ruth 1:16-17. We shall practice this one more time. "

The blonde watched how her brother stepped forward with a paper, "Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following after you. For wherever you go, I will go and wherever you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also if anything but death parts you and me." Evee smiled when he finished. Even though English was not his native language, he did it with much grace. She couldn't help but be proud already. 

"Remember that it is after the National Anthem is sung, that you will sign the Marriage Registers. Your witnesses shall follow." The wedding planner spoke, eyeing The Duke of Cambridge and Chloe. "Afterwards there will be the procession of the Clergy and the blest pair of sirens. It is after the fanfare and the Crown Imperial that the actual procession starts. The bridegroom and the bride shall walk up front, of course. Harry, you shall take her hand and let it rest upon yours."  They shared an eager grin as his hand grabbed hers, gently placing it upon his. "The flowergirls and page boys shall follow. Then William and Chloe shall walk behind them. Chloe, once the couple steps outside, I will need you to pick up the veil once again and walk behind them."

The brunette eagerly nodded her head, releasing William's arm with a slight blush upon her cheeks to walk behind her friend. "Once you two step outside, you release hands so Harry can put on his hat. You shall put on your gloves and then guide your bride into the carriage outside. The carriage procession of the bride and bridegroom will of course be with a Captain's Escort of the Household Cavalry, followed by The Queen's procession with a Sovereign's Escort of the Household Cavalry. You shall both go to Buckingham Palace."

Evee shared one look with her mother, who gave her an encouraging smile. The blonde nearly felt bad for her relatives, this had been their fourth and last rehearsal since they arrived in London. The words of the wedding planner had been so fiercely drilled into her mind that she actually heard them in her sleep.

The only thing left now was the Queen's gala tomorrow night. Afterwards she had to say goodbye to Harry already. He had to spend the night at Clarence House along with his father and his brother, she had to stay at Kensington with her family. 

Two more days. Less than 48 hours.

Two more days until she would become someone's wife.

Two more days until she had a husband.

Two more days until the whole world watched their favourite prince get married to a common, silly nurse.

As Harry and her shared a brief eye contact, she realized she had never felt so ready for something in her entire life.

She was ready to make him proud.

Author's  note; that was the last rehearsal. You now know which psalm Evee's  brother shall read and on what song she shall walk to towards the aisle.  I will post the song in a minute.