In 1981, I got up at 4:00a in the morning to watch Prince Charles and Lady Diana walk down the aisle. I was 17. From the moment Buckingham Palace announced Prince Charles’ engagement to Lady Diana Spencer, I was enchanted. She was a tall, shy, blonde and I immediately felt a connection. Maybe it was the passing resemblance to the Princess, or my fascination with her fashion sense, or my need to believe in happily ever after. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get enough of the fairytale.