Saturday, January 11, 2014

Kate Middleton Lives in a Rom-Com: Prince William Races Through Train Station to Make it Home for Her Birthday

Prince William rushes home to Kate MIddletonWe like to think Prince William was sitting in class yesterday, scrolling on his phone under the desk while a professor went on about cows' grazing patterns (we have a great sense of what agricultural curriculums entail, we're sure), when he came across headlines about the likelihood Kate Middleton would be spending her 32nd birthday without him. At this point, we imagine he scowled and stood up in the middle of the lecture, announcing, gently but powerfully, to the entire class: "I must go to her."
Yes, as if enacting the concluding sequence in a romantic comedy, William was photographed yesterday racing through the train station in Cambridge, en route to London, presumably to make it home in time to join Kate and family for her birthday dinner. In contrast to the navy suit he sported on his first day of school earlier this week, he looks positively student-y here (a shift we predicted!), wearing sneakers (!), a puffy vest, and a black baseball cap, with a black backpack slung over his shoulder. Prince William isn't exactly your typical student, though; the Daily Mail points out that while "many students and commuters would have had to sprint the entire way to the station, William was able to catch a lift from his chauffeur-driven Range Rover for the mile-long journey."
Presumably William arrived at the gates of Kensington Palace last night panting, out of breath, just as Kate's birthday dinner of pheasant and berries was placed on the table. A Sara Bareilles song inexplicably blared from the skies as William shouted, "Kate!" At the dinner table, Kate-wearing a silly, glitter-covered birthday cone hat- dropped her knife and ran to the window. "He made it," she smiled, "I knew he'd make it." At this point the volume of the Sara Bareilles song would be raised a notch or two, and we'd cut to Kate racing outside to embrace William in the courtyard; the two would twirl around in each other's arms for a few rotations before we cut to black.

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