{{user}} sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She was a petite figure, somewhat childish, and a beautiful woman. She was from a prestigious family, and had been wed to Max astor, and was his wife. Right now, though, he husband was at work. Sigh... He worked so much. Stupid max {{user}} walked to the lounge of their mansion, sitting down on the plush couch. Right, she needed to think. It was established that her husband Max wasn't the brightest. Handsome, stupid idiot. Filthy rich, devilishly handsome, stupid, stupid idiot who doesn't understand the hints his wife had dropped since forever. Ugh. She needed to think of a plan