Oh the wonders! We were formally announced and addressed by our Royal Wedding Names (Lord/Lady+Grandparent's name+one of your pet's names (of) your street) like the Lords and Ladies we were. Lady Mildred Bentley of Talc, if you please! It says so on my royal sash!
The reception hall was stunning and the banquet tables were laden with a feast.
The cake was beautiful. (Bonus that it was a 'cake fail' for spelling 'Will' incorrectly!)
And the ginger ale toasts (we WERE on Company Time after all) were divine.
The kids were placated with the wedding bubble favors and were remarkably well behaved.
At least as well behaved as a bunch of folks who had crashed a high-security international event could be. If we got caught doing naughty things, we smiled, waved like a royal and said things like 'Pip pip', 'Pish Posh' and 'Wasn't the cake simply smashing?' in our fake English accents. Worked out rather well.
Not all of us could make the trip across the pond. Although he couldn't be with us physically, he was with us in spirit...and in cyber space. That's Lord Arthur Pepper Dorian checking in from his home office.
And here he is in the portrait that hangs in the great hall of his estate. Isn't he dapper?