“I can’t believe we’ve known each other this long and you never took me to see William the Third’s toilet,” I said.

“And yet you married me anyway,” he said.

Unless I was crazy, he said that part a little bit louder.

The redbrick towers of Hampton Court—Henry VIII’s favorite residence, and accordingly the scene of a lot of questionable behavior—popped against the azure sky, and a breeze coming off the Thames tickled the leaves on the ancient oaks. It was the kind of idyllic British summer day that graced countless postcards, had inspired two thousand poems about flowers, and made everyone forget how much rain they got the rest of the year. Even the swans looked pleased with their lot in life. I wished there was time to explore the grounds, but there was no sightseeing on the agenda: After a walk-through of the exhibit, Nick was meant to give a speech about his undying passion for the woven arts, after which the three of us would pose for photos, put on a display of unbothered family unity in which everyone was only being sexy in the correct directions, and head home to London. In, out, and on our way.

The rule was that we shouldn’t look closely at the press pack, but it was impossible for me not to notice half of the reporters holding up phones, the rest furiously scribbling in notebooks. There was also a sizable pack of civilians, either there solely to eyeball us or gobsmacked to bump into the UK’s most notorious trio on their day out. We all exited the car smoothly and without a flashing incident (Bea would be relieved to know my skills on that front hadn’t rusted), Nick placing a very pointed hand on the small of my back as we moved toward the awaiting historians and dignitaries. Later, People would interpret this to mean our marriage was on solid ground, and the Daily Mail would claim Nick was asserting sexual dominance in front of Freddie and the world. According to me, it was both.

Nick reached our hosts first, but it was Freddie who spoke.

“I’m afraid we’re keeping some of these fine folks from getting lost in the maze,” he quipped to appreciative giggles.