I barely made it halfway down the hallway before everything started spiraling.
You know that gut-wrenching moment when the universe seems to sense you’re about to bluff your way through something crucial, and it decides to hurl chaos at you for the sheer entertainment of watching you squirm? Yeah, that was exactly my luck.
First, let’s talk about the six inches heels—why on earth did I choose them? Oh right, because in some misguided moment of optimism, I thought they would make me look classy and refined, like one of those effortlessly elegant women from a timeless romance novel.
They didn't.
Instead, they made me look like a wobbly baby deer taking its first, unsteady steps. Every move felt like a delicate negotiation with gravity, each click of my heels on the floor a tiny gamble w
