She had tried, she often said, to give her two sons as normal a life as possible. So when Prince William said he'd like to meet one of the world's most beautiful women, Diana did what any mother of a teenage boy would do-phoned Cindy Crawford, whom she barely knew, and invited her to tea. Arriving at Kensington Palace, the supermodel found herself alone in a room with William, where they chatted for a few minutes until Diana joined them, and, noticing her son blushing, confided to Crawford: "He's just like me; when he runs out of things to say, he just blushes."
In a few years, when he adds to his titles that of World's Most Eligible Bachelor, William (now 15) will be able to call any supermodel in the world himself. But the significance of the anecdote, which Crawford recountd to an interviewer for an Italian magazine last week, is this: try to imagine any of William's other adult relatives doing the same thing and you'll begin to understand how life will change for the sons Diana doted on and left behind. The temperments they inherited from each parent, which proved so fatally incompatible in marriage, will have to work together in their lives, both for their own sake and for that of the monarchy itself.
The future king has his mother's exquisite coloring, her doe eyes and bashful smile, as well as the sensitive, diffident part of her nature. His brother, Harry, whose 13th birthday is Sept. 15, seems to have inherited more of his mother's exuberant, outgiong side, and has the added advange of not standing in direct line for the throne. On a private vacation in Vail, Colo., in 1995, Diana playfully advised the young daughter of her host, Los Angeles businessman Kenny Slutsky, to set her cap for Harry, not William. "Look at all the press," she said. "William will be king, and that is what it will be like. Harry will end up getting all the girls." Vacationing last month with Prince Charles at Balmoral, Harry cheerfully posed for photographers at a rare royal photo op, while William "didn't want to put his head up, and his face was red," according to royal photographer Jayne Fincher. A few weeks earlier he had hidden on the floor of his father's Aston Martin to avoid cameramen at a polo match. Even before last weed's tragedy, the Sunday Mirror's >
