Fifty-six

"Come on, I want to get a front-row seat for the opening ceremony, " Percy dragged me along grinning from ear to ear like a cub attending their first blue lunar.

"I'm coming, if I wasn't on these heels I could walk faster but as you can see I can't" and I sounded like the overworked parent who had to watch over her reluctantly through the night.

She stopped, looking at my little struggle taking small steps after one another. There was no way I could ever get used to them.

"you know if you tried to walk naturally on them. Maybe you could walk faster." she scrutinized mockingly.

"Speak any further and I will shove both of these heels straight up your ***" I cursed deeply, beyond frustrated. She looked taken aback by my words. Then decides bursts into a fit of laughter. Despite the crazed-eye look I gave her.

"You know anger gives a bad color to your face."