A society for women who were told they were 'too much' - and realized the world was just too small.
Leave the coat at the door. You know the one - itchy, suffocating, and you can’t wait to rip it off the second you get home. You don’t need it here.
But before you take your seat: What’s the one part of the act you’re finally over? Are we done playing quiet, staying 'easy,' or faking perfect?
Your heresy stays between us. We’ll just add it to the Hearth as fuel for the rest of us. It’s a reminder to the others that they aren't the only ones who stopped pretending.