Charlene de Monaco: how to be miserable between roses and diamonds
This past March, Charlene traveled to South Africa to pay tribute to the recently deceased King of the Zulu, Goodwill Zwelithini, and take part in a campaign against rhino poaching. What was going to be a short visit turned into an exile, involuntary? While she was in her country, she contracted an ear, nose, and throat infection. After two operations, she left the hospital. She looked thin and weakened, as if she had just come out of a losing fight on points with life; but she smiled like a Venus spiritualized by paleness.
On November 8, she returned to Monaco. In the photo of her reunion with her family published by the Nice Matin newspaper, her hair, now brown, and the absence of a ring on her fingers caught her attention. That disturbing detail gave rise to rumors about the real reasons that led Charlene to prolong her return for eight months.
Even before her wedding, more than a love story there was talk (gourmands) of an alibi to ensure Alberto's offspring. On the day of the wedding, everything was luxury and glamor in the medieval Courtyard of the Grimaldi Palace. That day in July, before more than 3,500 guests, the bride and groom exchanged Cartier alliances. A large screen in the square sought the enthusiastic complicity of the Monegasques. The celebration lasted for three days and cost 45 million euros.
THE GREAT MONEGASQUE WEDDING
Alberto, 53, arrived at the altar in the summer uniform of the Palace Guard. Charlene, 20 years younger, wore an Armani with a five-meter train and some 40,000 Swarovski crystals. She was as beautiful as the naiad on the figurehead of a Venetian ship.
Princess Grace, mother of the groom, used to say that "anything worth doing is worth doing well". The wedding was done comme il faut, but 10 years later, the doubt was raised as to whether it was worth doing it. Charlene looked as sad as a prison bride.
In fact, the French weekly Le Journal du Dimanche assured that before the ceremony she tried to escape from the country three times. In her last attempt, she booked a flight to Johannesburg and, on her way to Nice airport, Monegasque agents caught up with her by helicopter, dissuaded her from her intentions and seized her passport. (Where is James Bond when he is needed?)
If she, despite everything, made it to the altar, it was, according to the same newspaper, because it was an "arranged" marriage and she finally decided to fulfill her part. That is, produce a legitimate heir in exchange for a future millionaire. She wept during the liturgy. Some attributed the tears to emotion; others, to an omen: something was wrong because her girlfriend moved away from her when the prince tried to kiss her.
A STRANGE HONEYMOON
Something was wrong, something had to go wrong, why else on the honeymoon in South Africa did they sleep in different hotels? It was published by The Sun: she at the Oyster Box in Umhajanga Rocks, near Durban; him, at the Hilton, 15 kilometers away. "For practical reasons", was the brief explanation of official sources. But could there be anything less practical for what is expected of a honeymoon than separate beds? Dancing from afar is not dancing, in these conditions how could lovers reach the honey pot and drink in a single, long, absolute gulp, the music of acts of love falling slowly from the sky?
Charlene already knew - like everyone else - that her husband was the father of two illegitimate children. Alexandre, a six-year-old son with the Togolese stewardess Nicole Coste, and Jazmin Grace, a 19-year-old daughter with the American Tamara Rotolo. What she did not know yet is that, according to the Daily Mail, during their five-year courtship she had had another daughter with an Italian mistress.
The normal thing when these things happen is that your blood is poisoned, that you are miserable, that you blame the other, everything deteriorates, you break up with him... and that's it. But Charlene has kept her type for so many years that her face has become a mask that already looks like her true face. She has not lost one iota of her splendor, but she has missed the joie de vivrey, as Somerset Maugham envisioned, "what escapes us is always more important than what we have."
Three years after the wedding, the twins Jacques and Gabriella were born, who now, about to turn seven, are the princes of Instagram with their ease and haut de gamme outfits. But - as Corín Tellado taught and Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt confirmed - children are not a rope that binds parents. Despite their fake romantic statements about the size of her love, Charlene and her husband can't make us believe they're a fairy tale couple. You can't fake love, when you don't feel it there's nothing to do. And there is not much to explain about that.
I look at the photos of Charlene and I can't help but think of a gulf between pleasure and duty that is the measure of her tear. Lord Chesterfield is credited with this maxim (otherwise similar to others in Perogrullo): "Good humor is the health of the soul, sadness is its poison." His Serene Highness appears serene, but it is harder for him to feign good humor. In addition, her health does not yet allow her to fulfill her commitments. A statement from the Monegasque house said on November 16: "Their Highnesses agree that a period of calm and rest is necessary for the recovery of Princess Charlene."
ON THE TIGHT ROPE
Given the circumstances, it's normal. What is not normal is that the princess does not live with her family. The Californian magazine Here has revealed that she is staying in an apartment 300 meters from the palace, above a chocolate factory. To acclimatize, they say.
During how much time? Chi knows, but that quarantine is weirder than a fish with hair. I read in the French magazine Public that "there is no doubt that there is water in the gas between the two lovers." I read in the German magazine Bunte that "marriage hangs by a thread." And it makes me want to read more.
At the Hermitage Hotel in Monte Carlo, I heard a certain legend about the Monegasque prince Rainier I, who reigned in the 13th century. He kidnapped a maiden, raped her and when he abandoned her she metamorphosed into a witch and cast a curse: "No Grimaldi will be happy in her marriage." The curse reached Charlene's Grimaldi sisters-in-law and, apparently, also her who, like her mother-in-law Grace Kelly, seems to have been born to be a princess among roses and diamonds, but she has not been able to avoid the thorns or the loss of the diamond shine Of their eyes.
A wedding can be a sentence. Lorca wrote something about that.
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