This had once been a very point of contention between Aurore and her late husband (one of many in fact) as she had been lured into his trap with promises of the discussion that this is exactly where his next political movement would be, but as the years went on she realized she truly made a grave mistake in trusting him.

And yet…as she held to the shoulder of the only child that didn’t share Fintan’s dark hair she felt herself want nothing more than to join in. Perhaps she could find another way to contribute as the gathering crowd was already becoming a bit much and with the twins still with Mrs. Lockwood across the row she couldn’t risk it if this turned violent.

The rain already made it worse, but with three young daughters how could she turn away now?

“Mr. Chairman. I believe you have been asked a question.”

She just couldn’t fucking help herself.