After the long, uncomfortable dinner had commenced, I was excused back to my room for the rest of the evening. I was truly thankful that the servants were the ones to clean up after everyone's mess, and not me. I climbed up the winding staircase, nearly taking two steps at a time, as I tried to escape the continuing argument between the grown business men. Unfortunately, the women, like my mother, sister, and I, did not have the right to speak during a man's conversation. Our purpose was to sit still and look pretty; however, I did not agree with such rules.

I walked into my room with a sense of purpose, or a new flame, before getting dressed into better attire. I picked out a coral pink gown that fell right above the knee and had a coral pink belt around the midsection. I smiled at it before putting it on, and the way it hugged perfectly against my body made me feel like a new woman.I knew that if my parents saw me in this dress, I would never hear the end of their scolding.

When I finished getting dressed, I locked my closed room door, turned off all of the lights, and walked into my walk-in closet. Sliding a few dresses aside, I felt for the oak door before pushing it open. I cautiously placed the dresses back in place before pulling the door shut. I stared into the barely lit passage way before making the descent down four flights of stairs. Once I reached the bottom, nearly all of the women was standing together in the underground tunnels with Rebecca, our proud leader of this revolution.

Standing alongside my best trusted friends, we raised our torches high in the air, and listened to what our leader had to say.

This was the last time that us women stood around like China dolls. We need and deserve our freedom as much as men do. We are people too, and this revolution is just the start to a brighter future. This, however, is where the fire lies.