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They couldn't stand other males lusting for their women. " Well, I look sexy," " Yes, Mama! " Kiyana appeared behind me. " Even I want to ravish you," she said in a sultry voice, kissing my neck most sensually. Rhaegar and Nate growl. We giggled and went back to the changing room. " Heels," Kiyana yelled. The first thing that caught my eye was the most beautiful heels I've ever seen. " Do you like it, Miss?" a store assistant asked. I nodded.

The pièce de résistance, however, were the heels. She was normally a flip-flop kind of girl and wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of heels. But she was feeling brave and a little sassy and so, on her way home from lunch, she’d stopped and bought a pair of spiked, blingy heels that she had to admit looked damn good on her. She just hoped like hell she didn’t make an ass of herself by face-planting when she tried to walk in them.

The dress cinched at her waist with a slim belt, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her choice of footwear was equally refined. She slipped into a pair of black suede pumps with a subtle heel, giving her just the right amount of height and adding a touch of sophistication to her look. To complete her outfit, Carmen wore a delicate silver pendant necklace and matching stud earrings, adding a touch of sparkle to her overall appearance.

“Got it!” “Great,” I said, smiling back. “ Come on, Let’s head up, I badly want to see the promo gift we got” Once we reached our suite, I dropped our bags and flopped onto the bed, laughing at how exhausted I felt. Cecil didn't hesitate to tear into the package, revealing the two pairs of shoes we got. Mine was a metallic jewel-tone ankle strap heels and hers was black to go with the dress she was going to wear. “Oh my gosh, these are amazing!” She exclaimed, holding up a pair of strappy heels that glittered in the light.

I heard the click of heels on the staircase before I saw her. Selene descended like she was walking a runway, one manicured hand trailing along the banister. She wore a cream cashmere sweater that probably cost a month’s rent, paired with white designer jeans that hugged her slim figure. Her honey-blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders—the kind that required a two-hour salon appointment. Her almond-shaped nails were painted a soft rose color, and diamond studs sparkled in her ears. She looked every inch the beloved daughter, the princess of this cold palace.

The cut would flatter my figure perfectly. I set the dress carefully on my couch and reached back into the box. Shoes. Of course there were shoes. I pulled them out and actually gasped again. Heels in black suede with delicate ankle straps—sophisticated and sexy, with a heel height that was substantial but still walkable. The red sole on the bottom made my heart skip. Christian Louboutin. I was holding Christian Louboutin heels. These shoes probably cost more than I'd made in an entire month at my previous job.

"Hold still," Serenity knelt in front of her eighteen-year-old daughter. She slipped a pair of stunning crimson stiletto heels onto Aurora’s feet. They matched her deep red, off-shoulder gown perfectly. "They are too high," Aurora complained, balancing precariously. "I can't run in these." "You don't need to run," Alex walked in, adjusting his bow tie. "I modified the heels. Titanium reinforced structure with shock absorption. You could kick through a brick wall and not break a nail."

The fabric was soft and luxurious, the cut both elegant and timeless. “Oh my God,” I breathed, running my fingers over the material. Cole watched me with a mixture of amusement and joy. “I figured you might like it,” he said, his tone casual, but I could sense the underlying anticipation in his voice. I was about to respond when he handed me another box. “And these,” he added, “to go with the dress.” I opened the box to reveal a pair of delicate Chanel heels, the perfect complement to the outfit. They were elegant, understated, and entirely too beautiful to believe they were mine.

And of course, there's the relaxing green tea. What a happy life, right? “Good plan,” she said with satisfaction. Celine looked once again at her reflection in the mirror. Wearing a matching denim shirt with the tight jeans of her choice. And Celine felt that her feet could already wear heels again. After all, the collection of heels that she has has been calling for some time. She said, longing for her long legs to step into the beauty of the world. “Which one is suitable for today, huh?” she muttered quietly with her eyes scrutinizing each pair of shoes in her collection. And this time, her eyes fell on the heels with a bold tiger-skin print. A perfect match with her black handbag.

Inside was a pair of shoes that took my breath away, Swarovski-crystal encrusted stilettos from one of the most elusive haute couture houses in Paris. The heels sparkled like a million frozen stars under the light, each crystal hand-placed. The delicate straps wound up the leg like jewelry, and there was a second interchangeable set, short, elegant straps in platinum thread for a more understated look. I slipped them on, and they fit like they’d been sculpted for me. “They’re perfect,” I whispered, almost afraid to breathe too hard. Nico gasped dramatically. “Cinderella could never.” I smiled to myself, the weight of crystal and leather grounding me in a life that felt both unreal and unstop