Who says Kate didn't screw her prince before they talked nuptials??

"Oh," she replies, mystified.

Paloma has to drag her eyes off the marble to search his out, then. They're strangely frightened, even though he's the least threatening male she's ever met. She seems to be looking for something in his face, but cannot find it. At last she looks back down into her lap, lips pressed into a line.

She wishes she hadn't drunk the champagne so fast. "Then- I wish I knew what to say."