Kellis wandered the rooms of the house, abashedly snooping, though not for dirty secrets. Just dirt. She was impressed at the immaculate condition of the house. The alcohol served was high quality, and the wine gently swirling in the glass in her hand was impeccable. The appetizers served by unobtrusive wait staff was delicious as well.<br/><br/>If she could find the owner of this house, perhaps they could exchange recipes. Kellis had little else to occupy her time. She was the epitome of a bored housewife. Her husband, Steve, traveled a lot, and so she spent her time cleaning and cooking. She'd wanted to get a job when their one and only son was old enough for school, but Steve had scoffed at the idea.<br/><br/>She paused in front of a mirror and set her glass down on the table arranged under the mirror (using a coaster, of course). Turning her head this way and that, she ensured her red hair was neat and tidy. She smoothed her hands over her cream silk blouse, ensuring they were still neatly tucked into her tan slacks. A brown leather belt was slung around her narrow hips.<br/><br/>Her jade green eyes reflected approval as she turned and retrieved her glass. She sipped at the wine as she gazed around speculatively. Her family had recently moved to this neighborhood, the latest in a long line of moves, as Steve slowly and surely moved his family up in the world. She had been surprised by the invitation from someone who was a complete stranger to her, but she was also happy to have it. Steve was travelling again, and their son was spending the night with a friend.<br/><br/>She drained the last of the wine, and went to the open bar to have it refilled. Turning, she drifted back to the rest of the group, standing at the fringes to listen in, trying hard to keep the boredom from showing on the porcelain beauty of her face.