Exercise on using tenses...from the workshop...
It would have been a lovely evening if all she had hoped had happened. The dress would have been beautiful and full. The shoes would not have ached or slipped off. The band would have played beautiful music. He would have been gallant, handsome and made her laugh. The crowds would have whispered, “Who is she?” and the King might have looked on and wondered if she might be the one his son would have chosen for a bride. Everyone would have fallen in love with the loveliness of it all; the perfect story of a perfect love. Discovering one another in a gradual fashion, after much suffering and many trials, would have revealed her worthiness to be rewarded with such grand happiness. If only she had been willing to put up with any of their crap in the first place, all of this might have then happened. Would she have been the belle of the ball, the queen of his heart? Would she have been gifted with rare and beautiful magic from a godmother she’d never yet been introduced to in her life? Yes, she knew what would have been, might have been lovely as she sat stroking her beautiful white cat and sipping perfectly hot lemon tea in a china cup in a house all her own. However, she reasoned, if she had been what all that story would have required, she would have been reduced to a sap and a slave and a puppet of fate, and the moral of that story would have been a terrible lesson for anyone else to take away from her life that wasn't.
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