The slave stayed put, seeming a little nervous.  But as she entered into the room, Gracie looked up from what she was doing - probably cleaning something or taking a break - and looked at the princess as she entered and pleaded with her.  For a moment, the girl's instinct to say "Yes, Ma'am" or something to that effect was strong, but this time Gracie shook her head no.  [b]"Izzy, you need to take care of this on your own.  If I end up speaking for you the entire dinner, it'll make you look weak."[/b]  There was truth in that statement.  [b]"You. Can. Do. This.  Okay?"[/b]  She looked into her mistress' eyes.  [b]"Now, why don't you wait here - for five minutes - and then go down there and take care of things - you don't even have to talk a lot.  I have faith in you Isabella.  We all do."[/b]