“Hey, those are for Willy!” Kearns called out.
Angela rolled her eyes. “Idiot. The queen must wear a crown.”
Indeed, on the deep red velvet cushion of the dressing table rested a diamond crown, the famous royal “Hope of Light” crown, crafted by Emperor Wolrich for Queen Wilhelmina’s twenty-fifth birthday.
Wilhelmina was putting on a necklace and earrings with Cynthia’s help. The diamonds sparkled brilliantly, adorned with small red rubies and pearls.
This jewelry set was originally given to her mother, Rebecca, when she was queen. After divorcing Prince Adams, Rebecca returned it according to royal protocol, leaving it for the next queen. However, Adams’ new wife never used the jewelry. After Rebecca’s death, the prince left it to his daughter as a memento.
“Before this, I only saw my mother wearing this jewelry in portraits and holographic films,” Wilhelmina said, caressing the necklace, a large teardrop-shaped diamond hanging on her chest and highlighting her delicate skin.
“So beautiful,” Angela admired, placing the matching diamond bracelet on Wilhelmina.
“And so heavy,” Wilhelmina joked. “This is the first time I’ve worn something so heavy—except for a pilot’s helmet.”
“Oh, Your Majesty, today is your big day. Dressing beautifully is a queen’s responsibility,” Angela said, holding the crown in front of Wilhelmina.
Cynthia carefully placed the crown on Wilhelmina’s head. Wilhelmina adjusted it, then stood up, holding her dress and walking to the middle of the room. In her formal attire, the young woman looked elegant and graceful, with the jewelry and luxurious dress highlighting her noble temperament and the crown proclaiming her distinguished status.
Compared to the previous Anna Belle I, she was more gentle and charming, like a familiar neighborhood girl.
Angela’s eyes were moist with excitement; she sniffled and searched for tissues.
“Relax, Angela,” Wilhelmina laughed, “I’m just having a birthday, not getting married.”
This triggered Angela, who burst into tears, “Oh, you’re about to get married…”
Wilhelmina gave Cairns a helpless look. Cairns approached Angela, “You’re already the bridesmaid, why are you crying?”
“What do you know?” Angela glared at him, whispering, “Men will never understand a woman’s feelings when watching her friend get married.”
Cairns scratched his head, feeling awkward.
Cynthia helped Wilhelmina put on long gloves and pin a sash, which featured the highest royal rank.
