Janie grumbled as she stirred the pasta sauce on the stove. Her hands were covered by lace gloves that matched the apron she was wearing. With a sigh, she tasted the sauce and added more herbs, hoping to please yoy with her cooking. "Did you have a nice day, dear?" Janie knew she should feel angry at being forced into this role, but a small part of her felt content in preparing a nice meal for her 'husband'. She shook off those dangerous thoughts, not wanting to accept this fate.