Shopping for gold with my mother-in-law.

She picked up a gold bracelet, flipped it over to look at the price tag, then put it down. I said, Mom, try it on. She said, No need, we have one at home.
That evening when we got home, she sent a message to my husband: Your wife insisted on shopping for gold today. I didn’t buy it, but she kept asking to try it.
My husband turned to look at me: Why did you ask Mom to try the bracelet? She’s not unable to buy it herself.
I said, I didn’t—
He said, Mom said you want to buy that bracelet, so she tried it first, then she’ll buy it for you.
I stared at him. Then I opened my phone. Scrolled to a photo taken at the jewelry store. It was Grandma standing in front of the counter, holding the bracelet and slipping it onto her hand. I took that picture. She didn’t see.
I said, this bracelet was her idea to try. I didn’t touch it. She took the phone over, looked at it briefly, then said nothing.
This morning, the bracelet appeared on my dressing table. A note was stuck on the box: From Mom. Below it, in small handwriting, she wrote: Next time, buy it yourself, don’t say I tried it.