Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Eighty Seven

       

They had arrived at Eventim Apollo Hammersmith just merely minutes ago when they stepped into the building.  Harry and her reread their arrangements for the show in the car. Evee wanted to make sure she knew everything that was going to happen at The Royal Variety. She had walked the red carpet once again, next to Harry who gently placed his hand on her lower back, escorting her towards the building, ignoring the flashes of photographers. Before entering the building, she gave the crowd a little wave and her signature smile.

She knew this was important. It was the very first time she would be going to an event of which Harry's grandmother was the patron. She couldn't help but be a little nervous, knowing that this would be broadcasted on television. Harry and her shook hands with the presidents of the charity and she tried to ignore the big camera filming it all. It was getting easier to after months of working together with Harry.

It seemed as everywhere they went, people wanted to capture it on film. She knew people on stage were preparing to perform the national anthem when they arrived at the box. She briefly made eyecontact with Harry and smiled when he patiently waited for her to move forward, giving her access to the front row. "Thank you." She smiled at him. Evee knew she had to keep standing up. The card that she read in the car said that they would play the National Anthem first.

Compose, Evee, compose, she told herself. Her arms hung next to her body as she heard the trumpets on stage, she didn't dare to take her eyes off of them. She could feel Harry standing next to her, doing the same thing. God Saved The Queen was sang by Rita Ora. Evee thought the woman looked nice in her long red gown. She really had a wonderful voice.

When she finally finished, Evee clapped her hands together with the crowd. She heard a voice through the speaker, "Your Royal Highness, Lords, ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome your host for this evening, mister Simon Amstell."

Fireworks erupted from the stage as Evee continued clapping her hands. Her clutch still seated on top of her chair. When she finally noticed Harry sitting down, she did so as well. "I love Simon Amstell." She whispered in his ear.

Harry grinned at her, she looked stunning. "I'm not sure if you'll like him as much when this is done. You do know they'll roast us, right?"

"I can handle it." She nodded her head with a grin, returning her attention back towards the stage where now Simon Amstell welcomed the crowd.

"Welcome everybody to the most wonderful evening of showbiz!" Simon Amstell spoke, standing on stage in a brown suit. She couldn't help but think he looked quite handsome. He'd be a good catch for Mathias... "And a special welcome to His Royal Highness!" The crowd applauded, "And yes, ladies and gentleman, his beautiful fiancé Miss Eveline Delamane." The crowd seemed to approve even more and she knew the cameras were on her now. Evee gave them a flashing smile and nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"This is all so very exciting isn't it." Simon Amstell spoke into his microphone, using his signature high voice.

Evee could hear Harry in her ear, "Here it comes."

"You look very beautiful in white, Miss Delamane." Simon spoke, turning his attention towards her evening gown. "Speaking of white, another royal wedding, yes. Do we have people who are just as excited as me?" The crowd cheered as Evee couldn't help but grin. "I already bought all the tissues boxes in Tesco and it has nothing to do with the fact that I've been single for five months."

Harry and her laughed as Simon continued, "I didn't get the invitation for the wedding but it's fine. I know the place and time. I will be there you know, no worries. You won't see me, I will be hiding in the Duchess of Cornwall's hat..." He hushed his voice, "Between the pears and the feathers."