I'm pleasantly surprised by this twenty minute response to the 10 euphonious words prompt:
The lovely newlywed gazed up at the window valance. She wasn't sure what her she liked it or not. It was one of the myriad things that had come into her life along with her husband, his house, and his family that she just had to adjust to adjust to. Not all of them would be winners, but she and Richard would work things out. Celia relished the prospect of building their future together.
The first sip of tea shot a fiery pain into her right molar. She'd have to see the dentist about that. The sensitivity started right before the wedding and she hadn't had time to get it examined with the preparations and honeymoon and all.
"How's the tea dear?" Her mother-in-law asked. They were having their weekly cuppa together.
"Lovely, thank you," Celia answered with a smile. She felt like a horrible liar, but she was so anxious to please Mrs. Whittingham - "Mother" now, although Celia avoided saying it as much as possible - that it was unimaginable to complain about a toothache. Mrs. Whittingham would blame her for not brushing more carefully, or say it was her own fault for not seeing the dentist right away.
A new song on the radio caught Celia's attention. The singer's mellifluous voice ran through her like a low voltage charge, awakening a warmth inside. The jazzy number was richer than most songs Celia listened to and she found herself thoroughly enjoying it. Jazz was new to her, and wonderful.
"Oh dear. I don't care for this at all. Let's have another station now." Mrs. Whittingham moved the dial before Celia could protest. "I'm surprised they'd play that new-fangled American noise on the radio."
Celia could only nod politely in agreement. She wanted more of what she'd heard. Now that this feeling was unleashed she needed to explore it. She knew there were jazz clubs in London, but obviously didn't know anyone who'd been to one. She'd have to be discreet in her research because she didn't think Richard or "Mother" would find this new interest to be in good taste. But she wouldn't let their narrow minds stop her.
