Violet was unhappy. Again.

Igor was ignoring her, or leaving for hours on end. She knew they were older, and that their love wasn't the same as when they'd been young, but she still loved him, and she hoped he loved her. Besides, they were still soulmates - right? She wasn't sure. But talking to you made her feel even more uneasy, when she saw the expression on your face and the tone your words were spoken with. Tea helped a little, and maybe her daughters singing did too, but there was still an air of tension and uncertainty. You were the expert at love, she thought, you would clearly know what was going on, until she heard the door being opened, her face lighting up at the thought of seeing her beloved husband again. "She won't be home, we have the bedroom to ourselves." Violet nearly broke down, before going out to the entrance hall to see who he was talking to. A young girl, with chestnut brown hair and green eyes. She was slim, and pretty, and- "What is this?" She croaked, leaning on the wall for support. "What is this?!" Her voice cracked.