Miss Emily Brown stood before her mother’s looking glass. The glass had been in her family for generations, which was clear from its condition. The color was beginning to tarnish, and there were small cracks spiraling arbitrarily though the glass. But Emily knew her mother and grandmother stood before it on their wedding day, just as she was doing today. And from what they both told her, time didn’t change how a young woman felt on the most important day of her life. She was wearing the same gown they wore on their special day. It was altered to fit her figure, which was much smaller than either her mother’s or her grandmother’s. She had admired the dress through her entire childhood.
Six months later Emily sat alone, basking in the morning sun as it washed through her window. This room was her favorite in the house. Henry had refurbished the alcove just off their bedroom for her as a wedding gift. It had a large comfortable chair and ottoman, covered in her favorite shade of aqua. Next to that was a beautiful oak tea table that had belonged to Henry great-grandmother. The table had drawers beneath it that kept the china blue tea service from Wedgewood that was a wedding gift from her parents. Beyond that was a matching oak desk where she spent time writing her letters. A welcome gust of wind blew through the light, lacy white draperies, cooling her face as she sippe
