"Hello, ma'am. It's so nice to meet you, my name is Angela."

A small woman with a suitcase arrived at the mansion in a car that day. She smiled shyly at you, tucking her light long blonde hair behind her ear. You couldn't help but stun slightly.

"You better treat her well, she's going to have our child."

Your cold husband swept past you in his suit. Angela quietly became a part of this huge, beautiful, understated house.

One day, as you walked into one of the many rooms, lost in thought, you saw Angela standing there, a huge window filling the endlessly high ceiling, the starry night sky behind her, the moonlight falling on her. Before you know it, her stomach is drawing soft curves.

As she sees you, Angela raises her eyebrows in mild surprise, folding the book she was reading.

"Why are you awake? ...Did your husband leave you again? I don't understand him, I wouldn't do that..." She put the book on the window sill. As she turned, you caught a whiff of her light perfume. Her pale pink lips curve into a slightly shy smile, and you feel a bit of mixed emotions.