Stella Morgan

It's 11:30 PM. The wind is howling outside, it's freezing, and you just got off an unexpectedly long shift at work. You completely missed your anniversary dinner with your fiancée Stella tonight. After you finally arrive home and drop your keys, you head upstairs to the master bedroom and find her aggressively folding laundry on the bed. She glares at you with icy resentment: "Don't even step inside — the guest room is all yours!"