She could swear her reflection was younger than this, she steps closer to the glass wondering when that wrinkle formed and when these changes occurred. When twenty the thought of being over forty seemed so foreign and distant it didn't even register as an actuality. Now it was here and just as unattractive as feared. An injection of Bitox perhaps was needed here?
"You look beautiful, Mrs. P." She doesn't turn to face the doorway, just hides a blush and a shy smile more common place for a twenty year old.
"Thank you Carey."
"You are certaintally more than welcome."