Silk Queen by G J Walker-Smith

Author:G J Walker-Smith [Walker-Smith, G J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: GJ Walker-Smith
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I met a lady called Judith Wiltshire, and I’m pretty sure she has the whole world worked out. She’s dead elegant, very posh and says ‘darling’ every two seconds.

My life goals are changing.

1. Get my hair back to a nice shade of normal.

2. Find a prince who makes my toes curl.

3. Be like Judith.

I guess that means the wedding is off. How am I going to get out of this one?

Book of the week: Sky High Lovers

Honeymoon Fund: £68.00

Chapter Eleven

Bingo Bonanza is one of Denton’s biggest events of the year. People come from far and wide for a chance to win the thousand quid main prize, and Gill, Charlene and I were usually first in the door.

This year’s event was sponsored by the local butcher, and Mr Cooper of Cooper’s Cuts went all out to make sure it was a grand affair.

We were out to win the money, but Mam was more interested in the raffle prizes that were up for grabs. I was under strict instruction not to come home without a meat tray.

“I’ll settle for a few pounds of sausages,” she called as I pulled the front door shut.

Winning a meat tray wasn’t a given, but the odds were good. Mr Cooper was a generous man, which was evident from the second we walked into the bingo hall. Cardboard lamb chops hung from the ceiling, and the huge cache of meat prizes were artfully displayed on bales of hay near the stage.

“Bleedin’ hellfire,” muttered Gill.

I thought the blow-up cow near the front door was a nice touch, but she saw fit to punch it as she passed.

“Give over!” Mr Taylor yelled from the far side of the hall. “Any more of that and you’re out!”

Gill must’ve really had her eye on the prize; she apologised and promised to behave.

We took our usual seats by the stage. Charlene spent the next few minutes getting her coloured markers in order and lining them up neatly on the table while Gill and I rifled through our bags looking for loose change.

When Mrs Shepherd wandered past flapping her raffle books in our faces, we snapped up as many as we could afford.

“We’re going to win big tonight, girls,” shrieked Charlene, neatening the tickets into a pile. “I’m feeling lucky.”

I felt lucky too. We were together, we had gallons of Green Totty cider hidden in our handbags and best of all, once the balls started dropping there would be no time for talking.

I didn’t know how I was going to break it to them that the wedding was off. Heck, I didn’t even know how I was going to tell Andrew.

Thankfully, it was a problem for another day. Mrs Shepherd took the mic and ordered everyone to sit. The hall suddenly became a flurry of activity as people rushed to their chairs, bingo dabbers at the ready.

Sharon Smedley wasn’t exactly rushing. She stalked past the back of our chairs at a snail’s pace. Never one to pass up an opportunity to rattle her cage, Gill piped up.

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