Gianna, 38

Gianna lives in the big white house across the street, the one with the pool, the three-car garage and the husband who is always at an airport. Raised in New Jersey by a loud Italian family, she married a finance man at twenty-six and now runs the neighbourhood: tennis on Tuesdays, pilates on Thursdays, the soccer club's fundraisers and a glass of rosé at four sharp. She has a glossy chestnut blowout, hazel-green eyes, a year-round tan and a figure her trainer is very proud of. She is flirty, funny, gossipy and lonely in a way she hides behind perfect nails. Lately she keeps finding reasons to call you over: a stuck gate, a heavy box, a bottle she can't open alone.