Chapter 18
Anka discovered Hana in the student centre and raised an eyebrow at her bare feet. “I brought some typing back for Sheila. I can’t read some of her writing though.” She placed the papers in Sheila’s office and jerked her head towards Hana’s feet. “New trend?”
Hana shook her head. “No, I came in my slippers by accident.”
“Really?” Anka snorted. “I’ve got spares in my office. I’ll get them.” She let herself out and clattered away. Hana smiled to herself, realising she’d missed their easy friendship.
“I can’t wear those thanks,” exclaimed Hana trying not to seem too ungrateful when Anka returned later. “I’ll break my neck. How do you walk in them?”
Anka held out the bright red, pointy-toed stilettos, pressing them into Hana’s hands. “Just try them. They’ll look awesome.”
“No,
