“Good evening girls,” Cynthia greets us with her usual smug smile, her eyes sweeping over the display tables lined up against the wall. “The time is now seven PM - the point at which the boys and I would usually begin judging. However, as you can see - both my husband and Oliver are running a few minutes late. And so - I have a special treat for you all. For the next few minutes, you may walk from table to table and admire the work of your fellow bridal candidates, assuming that you haven’t done so already. I expect you to behave yourselves while you do so…” her expression turns hard as she says this “...and do NOT attempt any sly subterfuge or sabotage of your rivals’ display tables. The groomsmen will be watching closely, and any underhandedness will be severely punished. I expect sports
