She laughs, gives a little half shrug. “You’re the only one around here who could.” And then the smile turns into a little pout. “But they’re so pretty.” Strappy and high-heeled, shaped just right. “I’m sure I have a ….party. Or a wedding. Or something to wear them to.”
In turn, Anne chuckled as she settled herself in the arm chair provided by the vendors. A slender leg was lifted to rest over the other as an elbow was propped up to rest on the arm. ❝ Well, I can’t argue with you about that, ❞ she mused. ❝ Don’t you have one like that at home, though? If you do, I don’t think it’s worth it buying one that does. No matter how pretty they are. ❞