DRABBLE : waste

What a waste of beauty, of pleasure, of happiness, they shall say when she is dead and gone. She knows. Because they pity her the life she has led, although they have benefitted from it fully. No, none of those men have the right to judge her, since they have slept with their heads on her breast, every single one of them. Slept so peacefully that surely, she owes them nothing. Neither any of the women, because she has shared her riches in plenty and been to them a beacon of style and attractiveness.

With her sweets and her camellias.