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Really, it’s not that different from what I’d expected Like Seb, she can be a bit wild, but unlike Seb, her foibles have ended up in the tabloids She also just got kicked out of school, so maybe that explains the attitude There’s also a pretty hefty list of foret to the last line of Isa’s reconnaissance:

And just so you know, Dais, one of those exes? Miles

She’s harder to track down than her famous brothers, but Princess Flora of Scotland, currently attending an elite all-girls school on the Isle of Skye, is no less talked about According to sources, Flora is the real wild child of the fahs off when I sit doith her in a coffee shop not far froh She’s ho back to her (unna forward to a summer spent "with friends, probably Sootten very used to the solitude there on Skye and that "it’s definitely been a tonic for the soul"

Yes, the girl we’re used to seeing in front rows in Milan, New York, and Paris (and clubs in Monaco, Marrakesh, and Zurich) is beco!" she laughs, rolling those extraordinary light brown--dare we say gilded?--eyes she inherited frorandfather

One subject Flora is not keen to speak on, however, is the engagement of her eldest brother, Alexander, to Miss Eleanor Winters of Florida

"There’s just not much to say," she tells me when pressed "I’ve only met Eleanor a handful of times I’m sure she’ll be a beautiful bride"

Kind words, but it makes one wonder if the rumours that Flora is less than pleased with her brother’s American (and coentler Princess Flora who departs froentle su down on her--what else?--Baird family tartan brolly

Editor’s Note--Teeks after this intervieas conducted, Princess Flora abruptly withdrew fro school on Skye at the insistence of school officials Neither the school nor the palace have coossip involving the princess, the headmaster’s son, and a fire at a local whiskey distillery is "scurrilous and baseless"

(Prattle, "Princess Flora: An Inti of the ball is the first truly gross day we’ve had, weather-wise, since I arrived in Scotland The sky churns with clouds, rain sheets down the s, and it seems like there’s a rumble of thunder about every three seconds

Honestly, it see roo breakfast, and while Ellie said this is the s room, it’s still massive, and the table seats at least fifty people It’s heavy oak, scarred in places, and I can i their knives into the table to lass eyes, and the eggs on

Maybe because they’re next to a lu not to wrinkleup, I see Miles has taken a seat across the table from me, and as he spreads a napkin in his lap, I think about hiain I haven’t asked hiet to do, not fake ones--but I have to ad word, but I’d genuinely like to knoent on there

Instead, I ask about the pudding

"Do I even want to knohat’s in it?"

"You really don’t," he replies, and I sigh, pushing it all the way to the edge ofinto his own black pudding "Don’t scare her off the stuff It’s good for you" He winks "Puts hair on your chest"