With the weight of the world–or a garish wig–upon her shoulders, she followed the discussion.
“The famine’s becoming rather terrible… Too bad they won’t work for bread…”
Her schooling focused on etiquette, never touching government stances on food provision, but she listened persistently.
“If we don’t do something, soon they’ll stop asking for food… And start taking heads…”
Contemplative, her eyes settled on the tray overflowing with desserts. Surely, there’s enough to share.
Demurely, she cleared her throat, quieting the room: “If they lack bread, let them eat cake.”
The conversation resumed.
“… And that’s why women shouldn’t be in politics…”