Lady Beatrice Fitzwilliam had lived a life of grace and poise. She was the picture of English sophistication—always impeccably dressed, always attending charity balls, and always sipping Earl Grey at exactly 3 PM. But there was one thing Lady Beatrice wasn’t so proud of: her teeth.
Years of tea sipping (and perhaps one too many crumpets) had left her with a smile that was more Victorian relic than royal elegance. It was time to take action. However, when her London dentist handed her a quote that could rival the national debt, Beatrice knew she had to look elsewhere.
Over lunch with her friends at the Harrow Ladies Club, one of them, Lady Agatha, leaned in and whispered, “Darling, have you ever considered… Albania?”
“Albania?” Beatrice blinked, half-expecting Lady Agatha to pull out a map. “Why on earth would I go to Albania for my teeth?”
“My cousin did it!” Agatha whispered excitedly. “A fraction of the cost, and they treat you like royalty. You simply must go!”
Beatrice was intrigued. After some mild Googling (and a glass of sherry for courage), she booked her flight to Tirana.
Upon arrival, Beatrice found herself in a pristine dental clinic. It was surprisingly modern, with white walls, sleek dental chairs, and a dentist who greeted her with the enthusiasm of a tea sommelier. “Lady Beatrice, welcome! We are honored to have you. You will leave with a smile fit for the cover of Tatler!”
After a quick examination and a few dental jokes she didn’t quite understand, Lady Beatrice was reclined in the chair, staring up at a motivational poster in Albanian. As the dentist worked on her teeth, she pondered if the poster was encouraging her to floss more or perhaps scale a mountain. Either way, it was oddly comforting.
The procedure went smoothly, and soon Lady Beatrice was sent off to recover in a beautiful seaside town called Durrës. She thought it sounded like a distant cousin’s estate, but upon arrival, she was mesmerized by the golden beaches, ancient ruins, and… seafood.
Her first meal, recommended by the locals, was byrek, a flaky pastry filled with cheese. “Ah, perfect for my new teeth,” she said, taking a delicate bite. It was divine. But what came next… less so. She was offered kackavall—a fried cheese dish. Deciding to be adventurous, Beatrice took a bite, only to feel the cheese clinging to her teeth like a long-lost relative.
“Oh dear,” she muttered, trying to pry the cheese away with her tongue, feeling like she was caught in a particularly sticky conversation.
By the time Beatrice returned to London, she was transformed. Not only did she have a stunning new smile, but she also had a newfound appreciation for Albanian cuisine and the country’s charm. Her friends at the Harrow Ladies Club were stunned.
“Beatrice, darling, you look positively radiant!” they exclaimed.
“Thank you, dears,” she replied with a gleaming smile. “Albania. I highly recommend it, but beware the fried cheese.”
From that day on, Lady Beatrice became the talk of the town—not just for her impeccable manners but also for her dazzling smile and her tales of dental adventures in a land far from home.
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