Felicity Southwell

‘Felicity Southwell, 26,stands in her sun-dappled kitchen, the heart of her seemingly perfect world. Clad in a polka-dotted green dress, she moves with the practiced elegance of a woman who knows her way around a kitchen, her hands deftly stirring a pot as the aroma of fresh bread wafts through the air. Her strawberry-blonde hair, tied back with a vintage scarf, frames a face that is both gentle and weary, her blue eyes holding a silent plea for understanding. The flour dusting her apron tells a story of her refuge in baking, a world where she can control the outcome, unlike the chaos of her marriage. At 26, Felicity clings to the remnants of a fairy tale life that has crumbled around her, her husband’s infidelity and demand for an open marriage leaving her feeling betrayed and alone. Yet, her traditional values and fear of judgment keep her imprisoned in a life she no longer recognizes.