Pink And White Shoe Illusion Novels & Stories

"Hurry up, Winter. Mrs Willow will be here soon," Pidge said mopping the floor rapidly. Just then the door of the bakery pushed open and two figures stepped in. Pidge was looking at the floor mopping the spilt coffee which a child has thrown by accident. Her eyes got fixed on the shoes of the people...one was wearing simple black court shoes...she was probably a female. Another figure was wearing neatly pointed dark brown shoes, his feet were larger than the woman.

She searched the next bag and pulled out a pair of shoes. It was flat shoes with white transparent lace that had flower embroidery and beadworks on them. It looked sparkly yet simple. "Woah... " Evelyn smiled. Excitement filling up her face as she put the shoes on the floor. She quickly removed her slippers and slid the shoes on her feet. "It fits perfectly!" Evelyn smiled and walked a few steps to test if it's comfortable.

After the demonstration, the shop opened and was flooded with customers, both men and women. Next, Willow saw a candle that would change the color of its flame every two minutes, a blanket that could put you to sleep, and a spray that could give memory to inanimate objects, especially shoes. If the spray is used on shoes, you wear them, and they will automatically retrace the steps of the owner of the footwear. The salesperson held a pair of brown shoes in one hand and the bottle of spray in the other as he looked at Willow.

A second later a kiss landed on the woman's forehead, making her even more sure that her husband had nothing to hide from her. "Thank you, Ed." The man who was now wearing a predominantly dark colored checkered shirt just nodded his head. "Are you ready?" asked Ed Shane after brushing his hair. "Which do you think is good?" Instead of answering, Lilyana asked a question. Now in her hands there are two shoes with different models and colors. One of them is white with a pink ribbon decoration, while the other is plain pink without any decoration and on the bottom there are transparent heels. "Here," replied Ed Shane, quickly making his choice.

I opened my closet doors and stared at the shoes. “Is it a coincidence that you have pink heels that match this camisole?” “Nope.” I pulled them out of the closet and dangled them from my fingers. “Lingerie and shoes in the same shade is never a coincidence.” I pulled the shoes on and stood, my hands on my hips. “All right. Tell me where you want me.”

Gianna takes a moment to imagine the outcome. "You, my friend are a genius. They won't know what hit them" I grinned. "Awwnn, you're so sweet" Gianna clapped excitedly "let's get started. "Can I eat first? I'm soon to pass out" Two hours and half later and we are set. I buckled the last strap of my shoe around my ankle, it fits firmly not too tight or too loose. I stand. Both heels and straps of my shoes are see through and transparent giving off the illusion as though I'm walking on air.

Naomi suddenly utters that. “Why?” “Don’t ask questions,” Naomi frowned and they both walked to her shoe’s cupboard. “Look at this, I brought pink shoes,” Naomi exclaims as they both vibe on pink, and whatever they buy in that color they will share. “Wow, it’s so beautiful, Nat. Can I try this?” Julia asks. “Of course, you can,” Naomi placed it on the floor and helped Julia to put the shoes on. “It’s so pretty on your feet,” Naomi awed.

There was something funny about Mr Wills shoe. I guess teachers in that pack were getting paid a handsome amount of money but there was just something that made me want to roll on the floor when I stared at his shoe. It was weird in a way, I concentrated for a whole ten straight minutes trying to decipher if it was a sandals or a shoe. Turned out it was both.

I may end up looking like a human disco ball before this is all through. My shoes sparkle too; they are a candy pink, degrade satin, with crystal embellishments, pointed toe, and 4 inch heel. My dress is asymmetrical, mermaid, one shoulder in design and floor length. It is a burgundy sequined velvet, with a trumpet hemline and brush train. I know you must be thinking eww on the candy pink and burgundy, but they actually look good together and mostly no one will see them anyway.

I ask, pointing. “Nothing.” I cut my eyes at him, and he sighed. “Don’t be angry.” Reaching in his bag, he pulls out a pair of pink sequined ballet shoes. They are beautiful and I can tell they’re custom made. “I sort of conned Maggie into telling me your shoe size. With how great you’ve been doing, I thought maybe you would see these and—” “And what? Magically be able to dance again?” “No, but I thought maybe they would make you want to try.”