The Garden Party
“Tilly, come here girl,” Elizabeth said, “put that tray down and go and top up people’s wine glasses, but try to avoid Lady Cunningham, I don’t want her making a show of herself - again.”
Elizabeth gazed around the immaculate grounds of her country retreat proudly. She had been hosting a mid-summer party there for over forty years, following a tradition set by her parents.
“Tilly, Tilly! What did I just say to you?”
“Elizabeth, are you OK?”
As the nurse’s soft voice brought Elizabeth back to the present, the ghosts in her mind faded before her eyes.
A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks.
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