Accidental Beauty of Forgotten Days

It was an ordinary day when I decided to separate from Andrew Barrett.
Just last night, he'd promised to send Grace Miller home tomorrow and then celebrate my birthday with me properly.
Things were looking up, or so I thought.
Filled with joy, I woke early and opened my vanity, carefully drawing my eyebrows while peering into the copper basin.
I then dug out a slightly worn red skirt from the bottom of the camphor wood chest.
In seven years of marriage, I hadn't acquired a single piece of decent jewelry.
Noticing my bare ears, I pinched off a flower comb and tucked it behind my bun.
While out buying groceries, I ran into Catherine Price. She playfully grabbed me:
'The other day, I saw Mr. Barrett buying two hairpins, one gold and one jade. I can't wait to see which one you're wearing.'
Cathy was stunned when she saw the flower comb in my hair.