She's affixing gold earrings to match the bright shining (fake) gold of her wedding ring, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she wonders whether she looks like a Mrs. Rogers now. She's wearing the suitable dress of a respectable non-working wife, a pearl bracelet upon her wrist delicately. With clutch in hand, she adjusts her hair and dabs perfume in the appropriate places before she goes to meet him, standing in the door of the bedroom.
"And here I thought I'd keep my name," she jokes, knowing full well that she must be Mrs. Rogers for any of this to work.
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Date: 2017-03-18 10:22 pm (UTC)"And here I thought I'd keep my name," she jokes, knowing full well that she must be Mrs. Rogers for any of this to work.