PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE
She grabbed a pair of high heels and tossed them to me.
"How high are these death traps?" I asked, eyeing the eight-inch heels with a mix of awe and trepidation.
"What? You want to party with models, you gotta look the part," Andra said, already slipping on her own sky-high heels. "The higher the heels, the more attention you get."
I took the heels with a reluctant sigh, struggling to balance as I strapped them on. Almost losing my footing, I flailed—but Andra caught me just in time, laughing hysterically.
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