Gabrielle's mouth fell open just a little bit when she processed the words Tracey had just said to her. "I believe that you are- what is the word? Oh, oui. Jealous that you could not afford or fit into this dress." She smiled sweetly and cocked her hip a bit. Who in the world talked to her like this? She was beautiful and adorable and she was supposed to be adored.
"I am walking just fine, merci, I just was distracted by your 'umongous forehead and forgot to be watching where my feet went. Now, if you will be excusing me, I am 'oping you have a wonderful evening, despite 'aving that face."