the new Earl and Countess of Wessex—titles bestowed that morning by the Queen—and their guests dined at Windsor Castle on a buffet of haddock coulibiac, beef stroganoff, raspberries and wedding cake. Edward toasted "the hostess of this evening—perhaps the most wonderful mother in the world, the Queen." Recalls Sam Haskell, who promotes the prince's Ardent TV company in the U.S.: "It was like we were at this wonderful, loving southern wedding."
Even the dancing defied expectations. While the Royal Marines Band played rock oldies, "
Prince William was teaching everyone how to line dance," says a guest. The Queen joined Beatrice and Eugenie in boogeying to the Village People's "Y.M.C.A." "And this charming old gentleman took the Queen Mum to the floor, she threw her walking sticks aside, and she started to do the twist," says Anthony Andrews. "The Queen then stamped her feet and pleaded, 'Come on, Mummy, it's time for bed.' It brought the house down."
At midnight, the newlyweds, still in wedding wear, departed in a maroon Rolls Royce trailing heart-shaped balloons. After a night at the Royal Lodge, the Queen Mum's Windsor abode, and brunch the next day hosted by Sophie's parents at Bagshot Park—the nine-bedroom, 87-acre estate 10 miles south of Windsor that the earl and the countess will call home once renovations are complete—it was off to Balmoral for an abbreviated honeymoon.