Look at her, Ellie thought bitterly, trying to prance around in those damn sparkly heels. Yes, Annabella’s shoes were silver and pretty, yes, they perfectly matched the dress that she had bought for the upcoming wedding they were both attending, and yes, they made her calves look thinner, but Ellie could tell that she was having trouble standing upright for any length of time or walking even a short distance. Ellie surmised that thirty minutes into the wedding reception those shoes would be kicked off under the table for comfort’s sake, or else Annabella would totter around on the dance floor all night and pay for it with terrible blisters. Ellie surmised also that Annabella would appear tall and fabulous and get all the boys’ attention, while she herself would refuse to suffer in the name of fashion and end up dancing alone. Ugh. Between podiatric stability and shagging an available groomsman, she really wasn’t sure which was the better option.
I Might Be Part Magpie Because I Like Shiny Things7 08 2012