“I thought you might like to have this,” she said, coming over and setting it in my hand. “We haven’t dealt fully with Mummy’s will yet, but I think she’d agree you could use a little luck.”

I opened the box to find a small emerald-and-diamond brooch in the shape of a four-leaf clover. “Eleanor, it’s gorgeous. I couldn’t possibly take it.”

“Nonsense. It matches your ring,” Eleanor said. “Besides, you brought a great deal of amusement to my mother’s life over the last few years.”

“That’s a diplomatic way to put it.”

Eleanor smiled. “You may remember that I am a master of diplomacy, Rebecca,” she said. “Wear it to the service. We’ll leak to the press that it was bequeathed to you, which will give you a boost with the public. That is a gift, too.”

“Thank you. I’m touched. Really,” I said, lifting the brooch out of its box. It glimmered in the light. “It turns out I am becoming a jewelry person after all.”

“Of course you are,” Eleanor said. “The only people who think they aren’t are the ones who’ve never worn really good jewels.”

We both turned and looked at the chair Marta had favored, all those days and nights by her daughter’s bedside. Her iPhone charger was still plugged into the wall.

“It has been quite a year,” Eleanor said, sounding resigned. “Perhaps the building will burn down next.”

Back in Westminster Abbey, I glanced down at the brooch, which I’d pinned to my lapel. I had awoken with my stomach in knots, and I was comforted by the sight of the gems twinkling back at me in the dim December light that wafted through the church windows. Freddie, Nick, and I took our seats in the second row, with me directly behind where Eleanor would end up, and right in front of King Hendrik-Alexander and Queen Lucretia and Daphne, the last of whom leaned forward to squeeze Freddie’s shoulder when we took our seats.

Custom held that Eleanor was meant to lead the family procession into the church, but she’d made an edit. Instead, she was the last to enter, walking up the aisle alone, ensuring that all 4,400 eyes in the church—and the millions watching the service from home—would be on her.