“Both your male relatives seem to have missed the underlying message of today’s column,” commented Adelaide, a razor-witted grandmother. “In expressing their disdain for the authoress, they expose themselves as both intolerant and ignorant, making them look very small indeed.”

The women chuckled with mirth, but tension in the room still stretched as tight as strained corset laces.

Sophie stood at the front of the circle and—for her very last time—called the meeting to order. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t allow her emotions to bubble up, but there was a catch in her voice as she recited the rules, and a heaviness in her chest as she handed a copy of the newspaper to Sarah so she could read the column.

When Sarah finished, a lively discussion ensued. Many women expressed anger and concern that harm might come to the authoress. Others worried that the Debutante Underground would be exposed and that they’d all be publicly humiliated, bringing shame—however unjust it might be—upon their families. Still others argued that they must not cower from the attacks, and that it was more important than ever to stand strong.

Sophie stood next to the shop’s counter, listening intently. Shortly before it was time for the meeting to conclude, she walked to the front and addressed the group again.

“There’s no denying that The Debutante’s Revenge has been on everyone’s lips this week and that it’s facing a rising tide of opposition. But perhaps this is because it’s influencing more women than ever.”

The group murmured in agreement.

“Whatever the reason,” Sophie continued, “there are many who wish to silence the authoress—and her followers. I would urge all of you to listen to your instincts and act accordingly. If you sense that a family member or acquaintance is becoming suspicious, take the precautions you must in order to protect yourself and all of the women here.”

“Hear, hear,” the women responded.

Sophie smiled at the faces she’d come to know so well. These women were more than friends. They were her family. And the time had come to say goodbye.

“It’s been my honor to serve as chair of this amazing group. But, as you know, this is my last night in the role. I’m very pleased to announce that Sarah has graciously volunteered to take over my duties, and I leave you in her capable hands.” With that, she gestured toward the auburn-haired widow and invited her to the front.

Sarah slipped an arm around Sophie’s shoulders and presented her with a journal. “This is from all of us. We each took turns writing down what the Debutante Underground means to us and some of the ways it’s made a difference in our lives.”