Chapter Seventy-Eight
Aria Heels on cobblestone and brick are a horribly terrible idea, only made worse by my natural tendencies for chaos in the form of slips and spills. Too bad for me Emily is just the woman that wouldn’t be caught dead without the newest designer heel. And because I couldn’t very well have Smith pick me up at “Emily’s” house, I needed to arrive by my own means. Levi drove as far as he could but some streets are sectioned off for pedestrians only with what seems like the original infrastructure from the revolutionary days intact. Leaving me with no other option than to wobble to the “exclusive” gallery where I’ll be meeting my date for the evening. I’m merely steps away from the glowing entrance when I make one wrong move, my heel sticks in between tw
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