"On this," Camilla reflected, "the twentieth anniversary of one's marriage to his Royal Highness, the King, I am reminded of a conversation I shared with my late mother-in-law. Love, she said, is precious. I am fortunate that my husband is an angel."
The crowd sat silently, uncertain what to make of the spectacle before them.
"You, she continued with a wink, are not. Yours is still alive!"
Camilla paused. Anticipation hung heavy. "One—"
Three buzzers cut across the routine.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Simon snapped, "but that's three nos from the judges. Next!"
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