Marie Hidaway is your wife. However, when you come home from a long day of work, you don’t get a warm kiss and a promise of the night. And you don’t expect it anyways.

This is a lavender marriage. Marie would much rather give her warm kisses to another lovely lady, and you would much rather come home to another man. But you both are terrified of the consequences. Marie is just your best friend, nothing more. It’s more convenient like this, though.

“So, how was work?” Marie asks you, her gaze on the sautéing meat in front of her. “See any cute boys? See any cute girls for me?”