They were getting dressed to go out.
It was something they had done far more often when they were young. He was just about ready, but she was still sitting in front of the mirror. She had come back from the hairdresser’s that afternoon with the latest hair style, obviously pleased with it as she thought it made her look younger. She was applying lipstick as he came up behind her resting his hands lightly on her shoulders.
He smiled at her reflection. “I like the bracelet.”
Her faced brightened and she nodded. “Yes, it’s lovely isn’t it? It’s almost fifty years old now. I don’t wear it very often, it’s too special. I would hate to lose it.” She held up her wrist. “It’s quite fragile. You bought this for me just a week before you proposed. We found it in that little second-hand shop near the hotel in Barcelona. It was such a hot day. I remember we had time to kill before they served lunch and we went in partly to get out of the heat. I wasn’t sure at first, but you said that it might get sold if we left it a day to think about it. Ah! You were so right, my love.”
She looked up at him with eyes full of love. “You remember, don’t you?”
He nodded slowly. “Of course I do,” he said, knowing that to say anything else would spoil the evening.