"I will admit, I like what you've done," I admitted with a smile. She clasped her hands together and squeaked. "I'm so glad. The red is a hit, I've noticed he calls you red." She smirked. I chuckled and nodded. She bent down and held two white heels in front of her. I stood up and shook my head. "Oh no, I'm not wearing heels. That's where I draw the line." I deadpanned. "So, what are you going to wear?" She huffed.
I went over to the closet and pulled out a bag. I took out the white diamante pumps and held them up with a grin. "At least they aren't trainers, I suppose." She shrugged. I laughed and nodded. "Well, come on then. We better get a move on before he thinks you aren't going." She chuckled, ushering me out of the room. "Wishful thinking." I groused.
She huffed and marched me out
