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he asks as he examines the single layer of pantyhose he’s put on as opposed to his usual five. “Babe, the outfits are drop-dead gorgeous the house down, but not with those shoes,” I say, folding my arms and jutting my hip. “I like these shoes,” he whines. “Bitch is you crazy? Just the other day you gave me hell for wearing my favourite jellies to brunch and that was just casual attire, this is a whole other travesty,” I say in disapproval as I glare at the 7-inch nude peep-toe platform stilettos. The shoes are fabulous, but not in a million years with these outfits. “I will not let you get up on stage looking more opulent than a damn chandelier only for you to have those on your feet,” I shr

It’s chic, versatile, and perfect for whatever Kassian has planned. Sliding the dress off the hanger, I walk to the next door where my shoes are neatly arranged. The faint scent of polished leather fills the air as I scan the shelves. My fingers hover over a pair of white platform heels. They’re sleek and elegant, with open toes, ankle straps embedded with clear calcite stones, and delicate white rose buckles. The upper part of the shoes is adorned with shimmering white roses. Perfect. I return to my bedroom and drape the dress and shoes on a chair before heading to the vanity. The light scent of coconut from my moisturizer lingers in the air as I start sorting through accessories. My finger

"You're back!" He came out of the kitchen, and his gaze fell on the pile of gift boxes by my feet. His smile instantly froze. "What's all this?" His voice was somewhat tight. I slowly unwrapped one of the boxes and took out those red-bottom high heels. Then, I waved them at him and said, "Pretty, aren't they? The sales associate said this is the most popular style." His face went pale. "Why did you suddenly buy so many?" I smiled. "Suddenly? Weren't you the one who suggested I wear them?"

Sleeveless, with a slit that starts mid-thigh and dares to bare my leg with every step. I slip it on. It hugs me in all the right places. Right at my waist, skimming my curves like it was sewn just for me. Sexy and elegant. I twist my hair into a neat bun, swipe red gloss across my lips, and step into a pair of white heels that make me taller. Grabbing my small bag, I exhale and step out.

I'd throw rice. Ren's jaw tightened. "I see." "Cousin Deja! Mr. Zuo!" Lord, speak of the Sephora-sponsored serpent. Dominique descended like a pastel plague, floating across the ballroom in a powder-blue dress so sparkly it could blind satellites. Behind her trailed a waitress with champagne and bad timing. "Isn't this event magnificent?" Dominique beamed, and the chandelier above her actually twinkled in agreement. "Uncle has truly outdone himself with the hotel."

This was the highest level of wealth she had ever witnessed. Then, the door to the Tesla opened fully, revealing a delicate, silver-glass stiletto. Eight-inch heels. Breathtakingly extravagant. The woman wearing them had legs so smooth they looked sculpted by the gods. And then, slowly, she stepped out in all her ethereal glory.

Without hesitation—and way too much excitement—I open it. The first thing I see is a pair of heels. Sleek, pointed-toe stilettos in a shade of nude that screams, “I cost more than your rent.” They’re sexy without trying. Elegant, but with a come-screw-me curve in the arch that makes my calves clench just thinking about wearing them. Next, the dress.

“You and your sense of humour.” “I know. Anyway, it would’ve depended on how the size was wrong. If it was too big, I would’ve gotten a tailor but if it was too small, I would’ve simply gotten you another one. Can you handle two and a half inches?” He showed her a pair of glittery silver block heels that had teardrop crystals, which were arranged the same way as the leaves on a laurel wreath, across the ankle and toe straps. “I can handle them.” “Alright. You’ll put them on downstairs. I can’t have you tripping on the stairs.” He took her downstairs.

heels are probably the heels that caught my attention the most. The saleswoman is very good at observing the customer's expressions, as soon as she saw me staring at the "Shining Ruby" high heels, she warmly took the shoes and handed them to me. "Miss, you really have a keen eye. These shoes are the most expensive in the "Iridescent Crystal" collection. Would you like to try them on?" I nodded and put those high heels on my feet. These heels are as beautiful as Cinderella's glass heels. Its pink color shines brightly, its beauty makes one feel like any woman's legs have become perfect.

The royal look of the gown was improved by the way the dress tapered at the waist before cascading out in soft layers. Beside the dress were matching accessories: lovely earrings and a delicate necklace that complemented the outfit's color and style. The heels, positioned thoughtfully beside the attire, were sophisticated yet functional, their style achieving a mix of elegance and ease. The height of the heels was just right, allowing Kendall to walk with elegance and confidence.