Secret Match Preview
Paris Fashion Week…
Somehow, everyone loved her shoes.
Everyone.
The press had actually cheered for her bright yellow platforms with daffodil-painted heels as the models strutted the catwalk.
Kiwi Washington used her phone to track the location from her hotel room near Notre Dame and the Seine, to the after-party where her boss, Victoria Morgan, and her coworker, Caro Morgan, were holding court.
Paris was nothing like Detroit, or Miami Springs, where she’d lived for the past few months. The shining white pavement showed care in every step whereas Miami had the created-and-loved fifty years ago feel. The spark in her veins after the show tonight meant nothing could go wrong.
For once, everything was perfect.
Without a care in the world, it was her night to just
