The hair pin comes in a dark red velvet box, wrapped in brown paper. Inside, the pink silk that it sits upon is faded, and worn along the square edge, the gold lettering inlaid into the inside of the lid nearly gone, but still.. somehow, there.
In flowing, calligraphic script:
Steph gasped at the pretty hair pin and cradled it ever so gently upon her fingertips, running her pinky along the cool stones and gold. When she read the name inside the box, she felt a tightening in her chest as a rush of affection washed over her warmly. Steph smiled to herself and tucked a lock of thick hair behind her ear, securing it with the heirloom gingerly. She knew that this was one gift -both the box and the pin- she’d be taking good care of, and that next time she saw Bruce, he would be getting such a bear hug.