Minnie didn’t hold any ill will toward Mr. Jude Wright, she didn’t really know anything about the man, and if he won, she supposed that would be that, but honestly she couldn’t see someone as progressive as him being selected because he angered too many people. “Six out of how many former Ministers?” she questioned, sure there might be some ladies who got through, but it wasn’t common enough for Jessamine to get her hopes up on the subject. “I agree, he has a better chance than Miss Whitledge, simply because he’s a man, but even so, there are many other men safer to vote for,” and if there was one thing she learned from growing up in the Parkinson home - nobody liked rocking the boat and keeping the status quo was far easier.

There was an audible gasp when Sobie declared that she had no intention of getting married; for a brief moment, until she shook the thought, Minnie wondered if she had other inclinations the way her sister did and that was why. “You’re pretty, so you still have a chance even if you insist on being difficult,” she folded her arms, pinching her face slightly, “I do hope you change your mind before you debut and end up a lonely old maid.” Jessamine understood though, in truth, she was dreading her own debut and she had less time to prepare for it than Sobie did. “I don’t dislike you, you know, I only want to help. I just don’t see how any of this is going to help anyone. It just makes people angry and when people get angry, people get hurt,” Minnie sighed, “We will never be equal to them, you know. Even if we did get the vote, we won’t ever be treated the same.”