Dahlia.
I’m thrilled Billie agreed to make my dress red. In a realm where I’m about as interesting as a decorative plant, I’ll take any attention I can get—especially from my husband. I’m no longer stuck in that cult, and finally, I can wear what I want. My mission? To look fabulous at all times. Even in Christian Louboutin So Kate heels, notorious for their foot-torturing reputation. After a few practice walks, my feet adjusted, and now they feel like a second skin. Pain? Discomfort? Please, I’m practically floating. Who knew torture could feel so good? These heels are my new superpower. I feel invincible. Sexy. Untouchable.
Of course, I arrived last—not late, just last. How else do you make an entrance if people aren’t already seated, waiting to gawk? Yes, I crave attention. It’s not
