Novel & Cerita White Ballroom Dance Shoes

The material is tighter than I would like across my chest and bottom though, making me feel a bit self-conscious. The dress stops dead in the middle of my thighs which leaves the rest of my legs naked and exposed. I’m not used to wearing such sexually provocative clothes. The heels Ebony has paired perfectly with the dress are ridiculous. I might as well try walk on water, it would be easier than trying to stay upright in these things. A dainty, diamante strap hold the shoe around my ankle with another thin line of sparkles across my toes, to hold the front in place. I can’t deny they are a stunning beautiful and expensive pair of shoes. The red bottoms give away just how expensive they are,

Sophie's pov **The Ballroom** The Waldorf Astoria's Grand Ballroom shimmered like a gilded prison, every surface polished to a blinding sheen that reflected the hollow smiles of New York's elite. Damien Blackstone stood near the towering ice sculpture - a swan with wings spread in mid-flight, its delicate neck arched in false serenity - his fingers tightening around the crystal tumbler of eighteen-year-old Macallan. The ice had long since melted, the whiskey gone warm and bitter on his tongue.

Everyone else was getting ready so there was really not anyone to keep me company. My dress and shoes stood at one end of the room. I smiled as I got into the white shimmering princess ball gown, it had a corset bodice that wasn't at all uncomfortable to move in. The arms weren't exactly off the shoulder but they seemed like it, the dres had a detachable train. The veil turned out to be lengthier than I thought but I loved it. My head piece was a stunning well sculpted piece of raw white gold. The studs I wore made my face stand out well with the natural bridal makeup I had on, it also complimented my hairdo greatly. My shimmering silver shoes weren't left out of the parade. In summary I loo

Everyone had settled and just then, the doors flew open. Violetta walked into the room with an energy and in a dress that made heads turn, including mine. She had on a brown, knee-length dress. It was a ball gown designed with stones at the lower part of the dress. She had it paired with a white pair of strap heels, about four inches high, so not only was her dress a point of attraction, the sound her shoes made when they hit the ground was too loud to be ignored.

I glanced at him, but he was focused on the decorations. The gymnasium was enchanting. Thousands of paper snowflakes dangled from the ceiling. A disco ball spun from the center, filling the darkened room with white dots of light. Sparkling white bunting that was supposed to look like snow covered the walls and perimeter of the dance floor. The tables were covered in white tablecloths. In the center of each sat an oversized snow globe and chocolates wrapped in white foil.