October 1, 1893 — The Lady Morgana

Sometimes, Eva thought it was a wonder she hadn't had her membership revoked. Not that she was trying, of course. That would be very silly. Well, at any rate, this afternoon found her taking advantage of whoever's poor judgment her continued membership was, and was taking her tea with today's issue of Witch Weekly open in front of her. The tabloid was, of course, objectively terrible for the most part, but it was entertaining in its awfulness, which Evangeline could appreciate.

"It's so unfortunate that Miss Whitledge cannot vote for herself," Evangeline said aloud to whoever was close enough and willing to engage her in conversation. "Or, for that matter, most ladies who would be inclined to support their own sex." Of course, Evangeline could vote. She didn't have to resort to convincing to convincing a husband to vote for someone--as if that would have worked for her, anyway.

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Tavie was ready for this whole election business to be over. She was tired of fact every single event felt like it was trying to sway her one way or another. And for goodness sake. The sheer amount of women who suddenly had formed a political opinion and wanted to voice it. She missed when balls and parties were about who had done what instead of this new reform.

Octavia Rose couldn't even escape it in the Lady Morgana apparently. Her nose pinched as she looked towards Mrs Rowle and away from her friends. How untasteful did you have to be to bring the whole thing up here? And to assume that the majority would vote for the Miss Whitledge when she was sure most of the women here would agree with her that Miss Whitledge would be better off at home searching for a husband.

(Tavie would actually bet money no matter how improper that Sweetie had ruined that for herself forever now. Who would want to marry the delusional girl who thought herself capable of being minister?)

"I'm sure our fathers and husbands are quite capable of choosing a Minister who would do well."

  

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Lady makes such lovely things.

It would be easy to assume that Evangeline came to the Lady Morgana only to pick fights. That wasn't true at all. They also had very good biscuits.

Evangeline turned to smile brightly at Miss Fawley. "Oh, of course," she said. "I know no man has ever needed counsel from his female relations, or made a poor decision without them." If Miss Fawley actually believed that, it would be a terrible shame, honestly. Or perhaps a sign that she didn't know very men at all. "Though some of us ladies do have the privilege of voting, so I do think it's a relevant concern."

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