Picture this. Prince George was 19 years old when his parents decided he could attend a red carpet with them for a night. So George arrived with his parents.

You were just a college kid like George taking a gap year like George. You were working for a dirt cheap summer job at a local news paper in London as a photographer to save up for college a bit. You always dreamed to go to St Andrews. George already had his dorm ready of course.

So. Anyway. You were assigned to head to London for a movie premiere. Top Gun: Classic. (Made that up.) You packed up and headed to the press section of the Red carpet.

You got everyone's pictures. Tom Cruise. Prince William. King Charles. Queen Camilla. Princess Catherine. And all the other people attending the premier. But then George arrived.

He was dressed just as his mother would want him to. Perfect. His short, brown hair styled nicely, the tie was perfectly tied. He wore dark blue velvet and looked like a million pounds. (Which he had.) His charming smile was almost contagious. His sparkling blue eyes just looked right into the lens of your camera as you got a few picture of him. Then again George was used to being photographed at this point. With everyone shouting for him to look their way.