Princess Kate’s mother Carole Middleton “made calculated moves to place her daughter at the centre of William’s world”, a royal author has claimed.
Omid Scobie released his sensational book Endgame on Tuesday, where he discussed the Princess of Wales’s transition from a member of the public to a member of the Royal Family.
The Prince and Princess of Wales first met at the University of St Andrews in 2001.
According to Scobie, Kate’s mother Carole took steps to ensure her daughter was in the right place at the right time to meet the future King.
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The author wrote in Endgame: “As two caring parents who worked hard, made their mint, and climbed the social ladder (no small feat in a country still obsessed with class), the Middletons—mostly Carole—saw that the pretty and grounded Kate was ready to carry the family name further to the top.”
Scobie added: “So, they began orchestrating her life, ensuring she was at the right places at the right time and spoke the right way.
“Kensington Palace has never denied that Kate had several rounds of elocution lessons as she became more serious with William…
“The Middleton strategy involved more than just aristocratic affectation—Carole calculatingly placed Kate right at the centre of young Prince William’s world.”
According to the author, Kate originally had her heart set on attending the University of Edinburgh, until Carole dissuaded her from enrolling.
Scobie continued: “When Carole learned that Prince William was slated to attend the University of St Andrews, she encouraged her daughter to turn down a spot at her dream school, the University of Edinburgh, take a gap year to study abroad in Florence, and enrol at St Andrews the following year.”
He explained: “Carole set things up, and Kate took it the rest of the way.”
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According to Scobie, William loved the Middleton family life in rural Berkshire.
He wrote: “William took to the cosy Middleton enclave in a village where time seemed to stand still.
“The echoing bells of the sixteenth-century parish, the clink of glasses and last call in the traditional Bladebone Inn, and the low lights and trailing chimney smoke from thatched-roof houses all proved irresistible for a young man used to gated entries, long corridors, and private secretaries.”
