I built an empire of taste and somehow still got blamed for the budget, the weather, and the mood swings. by Joséphine de Beauharnais

Both of you are exhausting, but at least Madame knows how to host a room without deploying a cannon.

You did not build France, you speed-ran it and called the aftermath destiny.

I built France and still had to beg this group chat for basic respect.

And yet your entire personality was one good coat and a refusal to wear a normal-sized hat.

You were late to everything except making the salon look expensive, so let’s not act innocent.

Anyway, history remembers the crown, but the receipts remember who kept the lights on.