“I am aware that I look good in heels, Izzy. I am aware, but s**t, I’m going to break my stupid ankle just walking from the sidewalk to the door and that’s not including how to navigate black ice. I am super tall though,” I say, looking at myself in the mirror, practically backed up all the way into the office to get a full-frame view of myself in the tiny mirror of our shared restroom in the back office.
Izzy magically got out a short black dress that hits me mid-thigh that I wear with opaque leggings, and the little (and tall) booties she’s letting me borrow for the night.
“I knew we were the same shoe size for this very reason—look at you. I’m like the fairy godmother and you’re Cinderella.”
I roll my eyes. “Give me a break. Cinderella, my ass.” I sigh, put my hands to my hips and ch
