No one really knew Ellie well. She was an artist…and quite eccentric. When anyone asked her brother Nick, he always
kind of smiled in a wistful way and explained that Ellie was simply Ellie. Whatever that meant! She had lived abroad for years studying, living, and breathing art in Florence, Paris, and finally London before coming home to the states
with a broken heart in the early ‘80’s. She
never really said much about the love affair that sent her home to lick her
wounds and Nick never asked. He figured
she would tell all when she was ready. Since
then she had withdrew into herself, selling her exquisite paintings and
managing a top gallery in New York.
Nick’s family knew her simply as Aunt Ellie. Those that worked with her thought she was a
genius, but odd. Nick’s children thought
her weird, but fun in a way. She felt
awkward around them, and even though they visited her on occasion and invited
her for holiday celebrations she rarely came.
Nick worried about her being so alone, but she assured him she was fine.
Several months ago, Ellie had notified Nick
that she had terminal cancer and the end was near. In complete shock when she died a week later,
Nick had taken her death particularly hard.
How could she not have told him?
How could she have not shared what little time she had left with him? Surely she had known for a while. Why had she chosen to suffer alone? He
should have gone to her. He should have
forced her to celebrate holidays with him and his family. He should have made more time for her. What he should have done was entirely beyond
the point now. She was gone. He
wasn’t surprised when he was notified by a law firm that he was in charge of
settling up her estate. What did shock
him was that his sister had been an extremely wealthy woman and according to
the attorney, her wealth and all her worldly possessions, barring a hefty sum
she wanted donated to the Princes Trust were now his to do with as he pleased.
He sat in her brownstone now sifting
through boxes of correspondence growing more amazed as he read. There were letters from the Prince of Wales
dating back to the early 1970’s, very affectionate letters. He found photos taken during that time period
of Ellie snuggling up with Prince Charles near the easels where their artwork
waited for them to commence with their painting. His sister was intimate with the Prince of
Wales? He felt the room spin, as he read
letters which indicated a brief affair and then the lifelong friendship which
resulted. Then he found Christmas cards
from various members of the Royal family, and even a personal note from Diana,
the Princess of Wales herself. Even more recent, a card from just last Christmas! She had never said a word...and he had never thought to ask!
He went through her personal effects
finally realizing why his sister never married, and why she had valued her
privacy so much. She had been in love
with the Prince of Wales. The Prince of
Wales!! While she adored him, she had
no desire for the lifestyle he led. She
never wanted any fame; she only wanted to be left alone to create her art…which
is what she did. The Prince, busy with
his naval career at the time had understood and had seen her for the gem she
was and had obviously been friends with her till her untimely death. In a back closet he found a box that had been
shipped straight from London shortly after she had returned to the states. Inside was a beautiful solid gold Faberge
Egg, an Easter gift from the Prince.
Nick had no idea the worth of such an item but when he tried to take it to a dealer found that the Prince’s small gift was now worth an estimated 20 million pounds. Not only did he discover secrets about his sister that he never knew but also a treasure trove among her possessions, trinkets from a long ago love affair and friendship with a prince. With her death he discovered a side of her he never knew. Leave it to Ellie to have kept such an extraordinary secret.
