The Italian's Mistaken Vengeance
I approach and, ignoring Eva flitting around the store, grabbing shoes and demanding they find the right size, I try on mine.
The Jimmy Choos are fabulous, but the ankle boots win the prize.
“They look very good on you,” the saleswoman tells me.
“Thank you, I have a trip, and I’d love to take these,” I murmur.
“I want the red ones, are you deaf?” I hear Eva say acidly.
“I’ll take both,” I say as I take them off, and the saleswoman takes them to the register while I put my own boots back on. Eva sits next to me and slips on the red shoes.
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