90 DAYS WITH BELLA.
And in the black God help me she’d look like sin itself.
“I’ll take all three,” I said finally, my voice steady.
Their eyes widened slightly, but none dared question me.
“And shoes?” one of them asked politely.
“Yes,” I said. “Three pairs. Something that matches.”
They nodded and brought out three pairs each one perfect. The first pair: silver stilettos, slender and sparkling, designed to draw the eye. The second: nude heels, elegant and timeless, made for grace and comfort. The last: black velvet heels, tall, commanding, with a single diamond clasp at the ankle.
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