Jocasta turned towards her mother, almost shaking with nerves and excitement. 'Well?'
Emilia looked at her daughter, a virginal vision in the pure white hand-stitched gown. Every individually sewn pearl on the bodice seemed to shine with Jocasta's flawless beauty. 'Oh darling', said Emilia, choking back tears of pride. 'You look so beautiful. I wish your father could be here to see this day'.
'Me too', replied Jocasta, her own eyes now moist. 'If only he hadn't lamped that screw one. Never mind losing his day release, he'll be lucky if his parole's not up the swanee too. Silly bleeder'.