Ten random words

"Its the principle of it," she said, upset at the paltry effort.
"Where is the mango-blossom?" she yelled. They were still at home, not having left for the wedding hall. It was a sign of good luck to have it hung outside the door.
"No, not there," she cried, her temper rising, her energy dissipating. She saw her young niece and called her over, "You're free aren't you?" She asked her to fetch her lavender oil to soothe her nerves. She was feeling faint. Just then, the doorbell went. All she could see was a huge basket of multi-coloured roses. In an instant, her face was transformed and she was transported to dizzy heights of happiness when she read the card, "To the mother of the bride", from your son-in-law to be.