"I'm not ignoring you," I answered, her tone cutting. "I simply have nothing to say."
Alexander's keen eyes moved to her leg, where she had subtly hidden her foot under the table. "What happened to your leg?" he inquired, his voice relaxed yet tinged with worry.
Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment engulfing me while I struggled to find a response. “It’s not a big deal,” I responded swiftly, attempting to dismiss it.
Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You’re wearing those heels. They can’t be comfortable.”
I looked at her footwear—beautiful, strappy heels in a deep shade of red that matched her dress perfectly. The intricate straps intertwined gracefully around her ankles, while the tapered toes extended her legs, giving her a sense of strength and vulnerability.
