Amy walked beside her mother into one of the halls at the club house where the gathering was to hold. Her eyes wandered around the room, with a smile plastered on her face, as she gawped at the bunch of ambitious women who were gorgeously and extravagantly dressed in various designers wear and a cloak of pride hanging over their shoulders.
This wasn't the usual social gathering or tea partys held by the stay-in wives of highly successful men in their society. But this was one held by the overpowering, ambitious and narcisstic women who had successful careers and who felt like they were domineering figures both in their homes and in society. Women like her mother.
Amy has never accompanied her mother to any of these parties. She has always wondered what they'd talk about. Maybe how to successfully overthrow their husbands and completely wrap their fingers around them. As if her mother wasn't doing that already. Amy rolled her eyes inwardly at that thought.
