Chapter 65
Last week of the winter season, the month of February, yet the morning was warm and humid. I was wearing a halter top and Bermuda shorts paired with slingback 3-inch heels. The vendors assisted their customers with wineries, varieties of food, antique goods, exquisite art. I passed by one of the street shops to stop by and had a snack, where I was originally heading to. Ambled to the single route, I picked up my phone in my pocket.
"Later, I already reserved a hotel room, though?" I informed the manager of the event, who called me.
"You'd be introduced to the patrons and models of your pieces. It'd be less hassle if you lodged in the stadium's vicinity. Obstinate, aye?" I smiled and lowered my head, heels thudded on the road, and the yellowish shade of glasses aided my vision
