Iris misunderstood and felt a bit troubled herself.
"I rarely get a chance to wear high heels," she said, lightly swinging her leg that was resting on Charles' lap. "Now I can't wear any shoes."
Just then, Killian pulled the car into the estate.
After getting out, Charles walked to her side and scooped her up.
"My shoes!" Iris protested, reluctant to leave behind the pretty lambskin shoes.
"Don't worry about them. Killian will take care of it."
"How? Those are my shoes now," Iris argued.
Carrying his noisy "princess" into the mansion, Charles set her down on the sofa. "What's the point of keeping shoes that don't fit?"
He then turned abruptly, like he was escaping, giving a few instructions to Doyle, who was bringing over slippers, and hurried upstairs.
Iris watched his retreating
