19 May/1 June 1914
On the Standart

We love to be on our yacht, but not this time. We’re en route to Romania. Olga’s face is set in a grim expression. In a few hours we’ll arrive in the port of Constanta, to be greeted by Prince Carol and his parents. This isn’t the first time they’ve met – Carol and his family were all present at Olga’s birthday ball in November two years ago. She says she danced with him twice, and that he’s an acceptable dancer but strikes her as very silly. (I like silly people. Olga doesn’t.)