She wished she wasn’t jealous, but in quiet, weak moments, she desperately wanted to be like them. She wanted gentlemen to shoulder each other out of the way for her attention, to hang on her every word, however vapid those words would have to be. She wished a gentleman, just one gentleman, would notice her.But then she remembered that she didn’t like to be vapid, and she didn’t wish her entire life to revolve around the attention of men.
