She loved Gone With The Wind, and swore that one day she would marry well and have a house with verandas and grounds.
Her dream came true when she met Charlie, who granted her every wish, well, whatever his money could buy.
Their property was lovely, a far cry from the semi she was brought up in.
They had a modest veranda, and tall white pillars flanked the front door.
Heavy brocade drapes bordered the floor to ceiling spotlessly clean windows, and the lawn was immaculate with its vertical stripes in even rows thanks to Gerald, their gardener.
She loved her life, her house, and her husband……….. in that order.
But she had no friends.
No-one came to visit, and those she had before shrank away and left her alone.
Charlie found her in tears one evening, and knew the problem having overheard a group of residents in the local pub.
‘It’s the house,’ he said gently. ‘We live on a housing estate, and it’s just too ostentatious for the neighbourhood.’
Written for Fandango’s challenge