[Third Person].
Meanwhile, Meredith, who had been speaking for a while, remained very busy with her guests.
She gestured lightly to the space around them. "This estate has long stood as a symbol of power. Today, I want it to be a place of listening."
A small pause followed before she continued. "I know many of you work until your bodies ache. I know some of you choose between medicine and food. I know that when women suffer quietly, it is often dismissed as endurance."
Her voice remained steady, but something firm anchored it now. "That is not strength. That is neglect."
A ripple passed through the crowd, but Meredith continued, "I am not here to promise impossible change in a single day. But I am here to start something consistent."
She turned slightly, indicating the tables set at the side. "Later today, you will eat here as women who deserve rest. You will take home teas for pain and digestion, and balms for wounds and tired joints."
