"Let Micah deal with your father," Del suggested. "And Daph and I and the rest of your staff can deal with the rest."
They could do it too. There wasn't a boy or girl in her stable without the classic black attire and the smarts to assume the necessary gravitas. EVen the most squealy drama queen would surely realise she was making herself look ridiculous when faced with a solid phalanx of grave faced, sable clad beauty.