no one has called her the prettiest, the most well dressed, the one with the most poise. mostly, prudence has been called improper, sometimes even downright rude, and men have claimed she isn't too hard on the eyes. none of that had ever mattered to prudence, though when she sees galinda, she can't deny that a slight bout of envy touches the innermost corners of her heart. perhaps a desire to be desirable has always been there, no matter how small. but it wasn't in the cards for her, and she didn't have any resentment to those who seemed to understand society and its inner workings better than herself. 'what a pretty dress,' prudence gives the compliment genuinely, glancing over the pink fabric that adorns galinda. 'i'm afraid i've never looked good in blush, but it is very much your color. i adore it,' @goodliness / random muse sc.