Abbie tucked a stray clump of fine blonde hair behind her ear, then thought better of it and took out the real tortoise shell comb from her top knot and scooped all her hair up, winding it into a new top knot that she knew would fall apart again almost immediately. She stabbed the twisted hair with the comb and patted it to check that it would stay in place, at least until she turned her head.
Abbie sighed. Why worry she thought, I'm not going to be seeing anyone today. No-one is likely to drop by to admire my new kitchen, and Ben is going to be away until the end of the week.
"Charlotte Elizabeth Diana." Abbie said it out loud. Abbie's grandmother's name had been similar. Mary Charlotte Elizabeth. "How strange" Abbie thought, idly.
She touched the tortoise shell comb in her hair. The comb was a little bit special. It was set with tiny pearls and marcasite. Granny Mary had given it to Abbie just before she died.
Abbie remembered Granny Mary wearing the comb often. She made Granny Mary promise that she could have the comb when she was grown up. As it turned out, Abbie inherited the comb when she was just 12. How she missed Granny Mary.
Suddenly Abbie was struck with a curious thought. If Queen Mary's chauffeur had been anyone but Abbie's great, great Grandfather, the little tortoiseshell comb could, so easily have become the property of the new baby, Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana.
Abbie thought hard. Now what was the story about the tortoiseshell comb? She frowned and stared at her reflection again.
"That's it!" She remembered. It was 1934. Queen Mary had dropped the comb as she climbed out of her car and great, great Grandfather George, had picked it up for her.
Just a few minutes before, Queen Mary had been asking chauffeur, George about his new baby grand daughter. Proudly he had told the Queen that she was to be called Mary.
The Queen had smiled and asked her chauffeur to give the comb to baby Mary with her very best wishes for a healthy and prosperous life.