Modest Skirt → Blue Summer Dress

For lack of stimulus, I try to distract myself again with those simpler times. The scene of light filtering through the tree, the dress Arma once helped me mend to conceal the fact I'd torn it. I liked that dress, and I was mortified I'd gotten it damaged, and father would surely have made a bigger fuss of it than necessary... so as children do, we conspired to conceal the damage. Thinking back, I'm not sure we succeeded. I wonder what happened to that--

'blue summer dress'--

--breathes better than the one worn within the castle. Not that the heat of the sun can bother me, or the flow of the breeze soothe me for that matter. I'm just... stuck.

I would sigh, but I can't. I would cry, but I can't. Stuck as I am, I feel the well-concealed - but needlessly voluminous - stitching of my older sister's repair to my dress, still there after its mend and extension, which I'd done myself. The tiny, but noticeable knot digs into my back, and... I can't ask her for help this time, least of all after she's accidentally gotten me into this mess to begin with.

Why does everything just keep... going so wrong?

(princess' sister, royal pink hair, corset, princess' dress, surprised expression, medium breasts, tiara, stockings, blue summer dress, lying beneath a blossoming cherry tree)
[Phrases changed: 7 / 10. Current track: we're at 70% Princess' Sister, 30% baseline Cheryl.]