Harriet looked at the locket in the box and smiled. The previous fall, she probably would have dismissed it as a mere trinket, but it was beautiful, and Robert Martin had given it to her.
She would need to give him something of equal thoughtfulness in return, there was no other way about it. For a moment, a very brief moment, a thought popped into her head that she should ask for advice, but, no. She would go to the shop on her own, and pick something nice for her husband-to-be.
"Thank you so very much, Robert- May I?"
"Yes."