"Oh, Grace," she sighed as her middle daughter returned in a somehow less suitable dress than before. "Now you know that won't do. Go back upstairs, check in on your sister, and choose a complimenting color. If you dress like a governess, you'll feel like a governess, and then that's all anyone will see you as." Audra always tried to be gentle with Grace, she had always been more delicate than the others, but in her exasperation she'd perhaps been a little more curt with her than she would ordinarily. "Dress ambitiously, you silly goose!" Using her pet name, she hoped, would soften the edges of her words.
