THOMAS EDISON

The Queen donned her lucky bonnet. Her land's fate would unfold today. Her hat was frumpy; a funky queen-size royal red velvet creation she had bought for a song at a yard sale while visiting Spa in Belgium. She didn't care. Today, no convention, no human, no thing, must stand in the path of total victory. She wore a long evening frock and then for luck she stopped in the street and did a dance called the Castle Rock.

Did I mention that she wore a TIE?

Clue: A prediction