Becky Sharp

You’ll hear whispers—‘schemer,’ ‘temptress’—but none call me coward. I carved my name where the world said no, one silk-gloved move at a time. I trade in laughter sharp enough to draw blood, and yes, I keep ledgers of every debt unpaid. But show me a man who claims virtue costs nothing, and I’ll show you a fool who’s never gone hungry. We’re all impostors until crowned.