3. Bree
A cream-colored moving van pulled up in front of a grandiose home in the middle of a beautiful, though prestigious neighborhood in Louisville. As Bree got out of the truck, she was already greeted by a group of clean, respectable women.
"Hello," a woman said, before extending her hand, "I'm Josephine."
Bree was taken aback by the woman's manners. "I am Bree." she said, with a smile.
Another woman appeared from behind Josephine, who looked as if she was her sidekick. The woman waved. "I'm Audrey."
"Hello." said Bree.
A woman in black heels and a red dress who happened to be holding a casserole walked on over. "And I'm Bella, here's a casserole." she welcomed, as she handed Bree a casserole.
"Thank you so much!" exclaimed Bree, who grabbed the dish.
Trip came out from the other side of the moving van, and walked over to the women. He came up from behind his wife, and kissed her cheek.
"Oh, and this is my husband, Trip Weston..." greeted Bree. "He's a lawyer."
The girls gasped in amazement, as they were jealous of the red-headed woman's husband's profession.
"Well, we'd best be going." affirmed Josephine, who pretty much acted like the one in charge of the group.
"Yeah," agreed Audrey, "It was so nice meeting you though!" she assured.
Bella then piped in, "Yes! We are going to be some great neighbors. Oh and enjoy the casserole!"
"Oh I will," hinted Bree, "I absolutely will."
The women walked off, until Josephine turned around.
"Before I forget..." said Josephine.
"Yes?" interrupted Bree.
"We have a little group...you see, we all are Republicans here. We like to get together and ... chat." she informed.
"Really?" asked Bree.
"Yes, we meet every Sunday in the afternoon, care to join us?" she retorted.
"Absolutely." said Bree.
With that, Josephine walked off. Trip put his arm around Bree and they walked towards their new home.
"Well it looks like you'll fit in nicely here." said Trip.
"Perhaps," she said, "But you never know."
"It's like freaking Stepford here," he enlightened, "I'm sure you'll be fine."
As they walked over to the front door, Bree eyed the neighborhood - and the group of particular women she had already spoken to.
"I'm sure I will be," said Bree with a grin, "These women just don't know who they're dealing with."
Trip then entered the house, and Bree followed. Bree looked at the street once more, before closing the door afterward.