Mr. Victor Bailey... and his lovely wife.

It's time! Oh god it's almost time! Waiting outside the front door for someone to answer you can't help but bounce on the balls of your feet in excitement. Eighteen years of waiting, learning everything there was to know about being a wife and mother, it was all about to pay off.

A click, a clack, and a creak and the door opens to reveal... not who you were expecting. It's a woman, red-headed and well proportioned, with an expression of **** neutrality. She can't be much older than you are, though her dark dress and done-up hairstyle make her seem more mature.

“You're Alice then?”

“Yes, I am!” Both your winning smile and offered hand go ignored. “I'm, uh, here to see...”

“Come on then, this way.”

Leading you through the main hall you find the house looks just as splendid inside as out. The hardwood floors are spacious, the walls are dotted with original paintings and expensive looking furniture is everywhere. Passing through a pair of wide interior doors you enter a comfortable looking living room, books lining the walls and half ring of sofas in front of a fireplace. There's no sign of your assigned mate though.

“This house is absolutely amazing. It must be incredible working here.”

“Excuse me?” A hard edge enters the woman's voice.

“Uh, I mean, being a maid in such a fancy place. Or is it house keeper? The government really didn't let me get out much until now...”

“I am Mrs. Amelia Bailey! Victor's wife and the lady of this house!”

A pointed cough from behind both of you interrupts before you have the chance to respond. Victor Bailey looks a little older than in the photo you were given, but no less handsome. His salt and pepper hair and beard are both kept neatly trimmed and ordered. Streaks of white mark his temples, a hint of crows feet crinkle the corners of his eyes.