Getting ready for her wedding, a nerve-racking private experience for any bride, had become a monumental public project for Grace Kelly. Leaving her native land for a new home in a tiny foreign country, giving up a fabulously successful movie career to become the consort of the absolute ruler of a principality, preparing to be the focal figure in the sweeping pomp of a European royal wedding—through all this Miss Kelly was followed by photographers and reporters recording for an insatiably inquisitive world the last days spent in the U.S. by the beautiful Philadelphia girl who was about to become a princess.
Yet last week as she hurried around New York City on a final shopping spree before her departure for Monaco, Grace handled all the fuss and excitement around her with unruffled elegance and plain common sense. Despite the million last-minute details she had to attend to, she still found time to smile for pictures, to get her teeth fixed, go horseback riding in the park, drop in on the wedding of a bridesmaid-to-be, spend a quiet Easter with her family in Philadelphia.
Wedding presents were already starting to pour in. They ranged from a Queen Anne desk from the Cary Grants to a blue garter from a sentimental Massachusetts well-wisher and a copy of Cooling for Two. They were added to the rising mountains of luggage soon to be hoisted aboard the S.S. Constitution which was making a special stop-off at Monaco for Grace.
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