The dinner date

Samantha stood in front of her huge mirror, observing her purple long and fitted gown. She had a huge happy smile on her face. She was looking good; so sexy.

She turned here and there, checking out herself. "Mabel!" She called out to her maid who walked in few minutes later.

"Miss Samantha. You called?"

"How's the dress?"

Mabel smiled, huge dimples staining her cheeks. "It is beautiful Miss Samantha. You are looking like a princess."

Samantha smiled. "Thank you. Help me select the perfect footwear."

"Yes, Miss Samantha." Mabel replied with a bow, turned and walked towards a large shoe rack where different shoes were well arranged.

Mabel stood in front of the shoe rack, determining the shoe to pick out. She glanced back at Samantha, looking at her dress one more time.

She turned back, picked up a pair of black heels and headed back to Samantha. "This will match perfectly well Miss Samantha."

"Thanks Mabel. You can go now."

"But..."

"Just do as I say. I can wear them myself." Samanth