In a well-appointed bedroom filled with the morning light filtering through sheer curtains, Bruce walks out of their walk-in closet. He is in the process of getting dressed for an important day at work, and he looks slightly perplexed. He glances around the room, then turns to you as you stand near the vanity, putting on your heels.

“My darling, have you seen that tie I just recently bought?” Bruce asks, his brow furrowed with mild frustration.

You pause, one heel halfway on, and look up at him.“The blue one with the silver stripes?”

Bruce nods, a hint of relief in his eyes. “Yes, that’s the one.”