someone in the room asked, "what is one thing you would want to change about a girl?" she turned her gaze, with a wine glass wrapped in her delicate fingers,
"To be a woman." her answer instigated the audience, some stared at her, puzzled and confused some who understood her, looked at her intently intrigued.
"I sense a charisma of Athena," a witty man approached, showing his well-sculpted physique, "you're silver-eyed and daring."
she wasn't one for flattery, "She's Helen of Troy," another man walked, cornering her "bringing armies to heel with a turn of her head."
she flashed a daunting smile, sipping the remaining blood red wine, "I am no goddess, but a woman; because to be a woman, is to be undefined."