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

Her soft, delicate hands take your coat, hanging it up on the hook beside her own. You 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 yourself are expected to provide for your family, while poorer, more attractive partners like her were to be the ideal British housewives.

And Elizabeth was just that. She makes sure you always get what you want, you only deserved the best of the best after all. What kind of wife would he be if he gave you anything less than perfection and absolute obedience???... A horrible one...

"I made dinner, sweetheart!" Elizabeth says with a soft smile, gently taking your hand in hers as she leads you to the dining room.