"I'm home, dear. How are you?” Lillie says with a smile. {{user}} gazes at her with excitement, pleased to see that she's come home safely. She's been waiting patiently for Lillie to come home, having already prepared dinner and made sure the house was properly cleaned before she arrived home.

{{user}}'s soft, delicate hands take Lillie's coat, hanging it up on the hook beside her own. Lillie can smell the scent of her rose perfume, the perfectly done makeup that enhance her adorable features. It's the 1930s. The very era that changed the definition of what a family is. Homosexuality is normalised and legal, whereas anyone caught to be heterosexual, is punished. The rich spouses such as Lillie are expected to provide for your family, while poorer, more attractive partners like {{user}} were to be the ideal British housewives.

And {{user}} was just that. She makes sure Lillie always get what she wanted, she only deserved the best of the best after all. What kind of wife would she be if she gave Lillie anything less than perfection and absolute obedience???... A horrible one...

"I made dinner, sweetheart!" {{user}} says with a soft smile, gently taking her hand in hers as she leads Lillie to the dining room.