A Bake Sale?

"I work hard, Mrs. Bennett. Day and night. I have two sick grandparents to care for. When would I even have the time to… to live such a life? I need to save up, you know," she added, frustration lacing her words.

Mrs. Bennett's face softened, "Lucia, I'm sorry you have to deal with this. I'll talk to the tenant about it. 

Lucia, her annoyance simmering beneath the surface, managed a tight smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Bennett."

Mrs. Bennett, sensing the tension, took a moment to sip her water, the glass making a soft sound as it returned to the table. "Of course, dear. And there's actually something else I wanted to bring up," she said, her tone shifting to something lighter. "The community bake sale."

Lucia's expression softened. "A bake sale?"