Two Southern Belles were sitting on the porch of a grand white-pillared mansion, sipping sweet tea and fanning themselves in the warm Georgia breeze. The cicadas hummed in the background, and the air smelled faintly of magnolia blossoms and pride.
The first lady, dressed in a crisp floral dress and pearls that gleamed in the sunlight, leaned back in her rocking chair and said proudly,
“When my first child was born, my husband built me this beautiful mansion.”
She gestured around the sprawling white columns, the wrap-around porch, and the intricate shutters that framed every window like lace.
The second lady, who was calmer and a bit more modestly dressed, simply smiled and replied in her honeyed accent,
“Well, isn’t that nice?”
The first lady took a long, deliberate sip of her tea and continued, determined to outshine her friend.
“When my second child was born, my husband bought me that shiny Cadillac out front—the blue one with the ivory seats.”
The second lady tilted her head, admired the car in the distance, and repeated,
“Well, isn’t that nice?”
By now, the first lady’s pearls practically rattled with satisfaction. She straightened her hat, lifted her chin, and added one final flourish.
“And when my third child was born, my darling husband gave me this dazzling diamond bracelet.”
She held out her wrist, letting the sunlight sparkle off each stone. The second lady, still serene, gave her a kind smile and said once more,
“Well, isn’t that nice?”
The first lady paused, curious. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned forward with a grin.
“And what did your husband give you when your first child was born, dear?”
The second lady leaned back, her fan fluttering lazily as a sly smile crept across her face.
“He sent me to finishing school to learn how to say ‘Well, isn’t that nice?’ instead of ‘Go to hell.’”
The porch erupted with laughter. Even the first lady couldn’t help but chuckle, her pride melting into amusement.
🌸 But Here’s Where the Story Takes a Twist
Later that evening, after the laughter faded and the sun dipped below the horizon, the two women sat quietly, watching the fireflies dance across the lawn. The first lady turned to her friend and said softly,
“You know, I used to envy you. You always seem so calm, so unbothered. Nothing ever seems to ruffle your feathers.”
The second lady smiled knowingly, her voice softer now.
“That’s because I learned something far more valuable than diamonds or Cadillacs, sugar. I learned peace. When you stop measuring your worth by what someone gives you, you start realizing how rich you already are.”
The first lady blinked, taken aback. She looked around—at her mansion, her car, her glittering bracelet—and for the first time, she noticed something missing. The laughter of her children wasn’t echoing through the halls. Her husband was always busy, traveling for business, while she sat alone polishing things that couldn’t hug her back.
“You think I’ve been bragging,” she whispered, “but maybe I’ve just been trying to remind myself I’m happy.”
The second lady reached over and took her hand.
“Honey, there’s nothing wrong with wanting nice things. But make sure the nicest thing you have is peace in your heart. Everything else fades faster than magnolias in the summer heat.”
That night, the first lady couldn’t sleep. The words kept echoing in her head: “Peace in your heart.”
The next morning, she surprised everyone. She traded her diamond bracelet for a simple gold locket—one that held pictures of her three children. She parked the Cadillac under the oak tree and walked her youngest to school instead. And that grand mansion? She opened it up every Sunday to host neighborhood gatherings—no more pride, no more comparison, just laughter and community.
Months later, the two Belles met again on that same porch. The first lady looked happier—lighter somehow.
“You were right,” she said. “It is nice. Not the house, not the car, not the jewels. Just… life. Family. The small things.”
The second lady smiled that same slow, knowing smile and replied,
“Well, isn’t that nice?”
And this time, they both burst out laughing—not from rivalry, but from the sweetness of understanding.
Moral of the Story:
You can fill your life with diamonds, cars, and mansions—but if you don’t fill your heart with peace, kindness, and gratitude, you’ll never truly feel rich.
Because sometimes, the most powerful thing a Southern Belle—or anyone—can say is simply:
“Well, isn’t that nice?” ❤️
