Makeup, perfume, hair styling... I was every inch a 1950s housewife, dressed up for a night out with my husband.
I admired myself in my full-length dressing mirror, delighted to see that I was beautiful.
I could hear him downstairs, waiting for me. I stepped to the stairs and began to descend, sure that he would like what he saw!
The house had been waiting for me, and I for the opportunity it offered me. It was restored to its former glory, now with a resident who could truly appreciate it. Outside it was 1952, my husband and I had just moved in after his promotion at work, ready to make a life for ourselves here. The house had a room waiting to be a nursery for our children, in time. But for now it was just the two of us, ready to make our house a home.
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