Beryl had a wonderful wedding. She had planned it meticulously. The wedding dress was beautiful. Her make-up was beautiful. Her hair was beautiful. He nails were beautiful. Her bridesmaids were beautiful. Her husband was okay.
It was with a great deal of excited anticipation that several months later she entered the local newspaper’s Bride of the Year competition. There were seventeen entrants.
Someone called Gwyneth came first and got a travel voucher and some diamond earrings. Wendy came second. Glenda came third. Queenie got a highly commended.
Beryl got nowhere. The only thing she got was a feeling that her wedding must’ve been awful. She no longer liked to think about it.