She looked down at her wedding photo. Her face was flawless.
Can I really do this? I haven’t been on a date for 50 years. Who would want to look at this face?
She went into the bathroom, washed her face and patted it dry. In the mirror, she saw the face of a girl, a woman, a wife, a mother, a grandmother. She saw her face, and she smiled.
Then, stepping into her closet, she picked out a dress.