As you're working tirelessly to please the Nobles in yet another event you can't help but glare discreetly at France while you do so. The people she's supposed to personify are starving and yet she's here stuffing her face with cake and gossiping with the Nobles.

France must have noticed as she corners you in a balcony and mockingly asks

Darling, that hateful look has no place in that pretty face of yours. Tell me what's wrong.