The Crown (Prince Harry fanfic #5)

Chapter Fourteen

A royal baby shower was a big deal, and it got bigger the further you got up the to the top monarch. With Charles' reign, Harry was a spare and he had a spare, yet it was rather a large deal. If Lucy had chosen her own baby shower, there wouldn't have been one; she never preferred the frill and glitter. If a baby shower had to occur, Lucy wouldn't have chosen this way. She could've dealt with a few people, but not a room full of women who desperately wanted to touch her stomach.

As a royal duty, Catherine followed protocol and a baby shower occurred. Many famous females were invited, even a few not-so-famous. There were the royals that ranged from high to low, and Lucy had met them all apparently at least once in her life. That didn't help her at all. There were famous females that didn't come from royalty, but movie stars and singers. Lucy knew them even less. Then there were the politicians that were females and wives of male politicians. Lucy liked politics but this was hardly the place to discuss such things. Catherine's sister, Pippa, was in the crowd too, along with her mother. The two women had always been incredibly nice to her, but Lucy never spent much time with her.

As for Lucy's face, they weren't there. The used-to-be American hadn't expected any of them, when none of them came from a lot of money or from high standards. A few gifts were sent, but none of her cousins were here. She hadn't seen them in almost two years, and she suspected she wouldn't see them for a long time yet.

"Don't look so annoyed," Sydney, her old best friend, whispered in her ear.

Lucy thought the baby would've dropped from her right there and then. She almost jumped out of her skin.

Sydney smiled. "Didn't expect me?"

"Obviously." Neither of the women hugged much anymore.

"You probably shouldn't look so annoyed," Sydney repeated, "or bored. I can't tell with you. Lucille, you've always had a resting bitch face. Now more than ever."

"Thank you, Syd."

The ginger smiled. "Catherine put on a good show, didn't she? Lots of fancy people."

"That is my life."

Sydney sipped on her champagne. "What's with the funny hats?"

Throughout the room, women wore their best dress, which included many, many hats. Since it was a baby shower, they were a little bit on the pastel colors, like pink, blue, yellow and green. The colors meant to signify what they thought what was inside Lucy's body. Sometimes whatever they had on their heads didn't count as hats to Lucy; they were just random figurines. Another question was how the "hats" managed to stay on the women's heads. It seemed impossible. Lucy, if she could help it, didn't wear the damn hats. She didn't need to look as if she came out of Tim Burton movie.

"I've yet to figure that out," Lucy replied.

Sydney's blue eyes slid past Pippa as the brunette walked by. "Did you ever get a good answer out of Harry if he dated her?"

"I never asked."

"Why not?"

Lucy shrugged. "Didn't really matter, you know. Plus, I don't think we would have the time if I knew every women he ever dated."

"Or had sex with."

Lucy shot her friend a dirty look.

"It's true, isn't it?" Sydney asked.

"I don't need to know." Lucy watched the crowds of women, having gotten a break from someone touching her belly. She was thankful.

"So, tell me: boy or girl?"