“Wha–” Her jaw dropped and she glanced around, “Atlas! Look at what she’s doing!”
I rolled my eyes and strolled till I was standing in the stadium. The guests erupted into whispers and murmurs while camera flashes broke through the tension.
“Could the rumors be true?” One of the guests said eyes widened.
“Wait. Are you trying to say that the silver designer is a simple housewife?”
“Why not?” I spat, turning to face everyone. “Why? Why is it that whenever a woman decides to sacrifice something to please her family or support them, you her box into that sacrifice? You expect her to continue sacrificing, it unpaid labor, and then, there’s interest too because we pay with our self-respect.” I tightened my fists at my sides, feeling someone’s eyes on me.
It was him, who else?
“A woma
