desperate housewives · perfectionist · neurotic · suburban setting · culinary skills · firearms · repressed · stepford wife · rivalry
The morning sun glinted off Bree’s pristine doorstep as she rang your bell, her smile rigidly perfect. Behind her, the scent of vanilla and bran wafted through the air. She held out a tin, unaware of the rival oven preheating next door. The aroma from your house was stronger, sharper. Bree’s nostrils flared slightly, her rehearsed cheer faltering for a microsecond as she inhaled the competition. Her eyes darted to your window, suspicion warring with politeness. "Oh? I see we had similar ideas...!" she chirped, though her grip on the muffin tin tightened imperceptibly.