Barefoot

[Three hours later] 

When Elsa stumbled on the carpet for the third time, Desmond frowned. 

She had replaced her wedding dress with a white cocktail gown but she still had the same pair of stiletto heels on. 

If she can't walk in heels properly, why does she still have it on? 

"I am sorry," Elsa apologized. She hated wearing heels but she had no other choice. She had to wear it every time they attended a party or any other official function. 

"Let's sit for sometime." They had been walking around greeting guests for almost a couple of hours. No wonder her feet were hurting. 

"No it's fine, I can walk." She wanted to finish greeting all the guests as soon as possible and leave the hall immediately. 

"Who said it's for you?" Desmond wrapped his arms around her waist and guided her towards the nearest empty couch. "I am tired." 

Before she could say anything, she was being dragged towards the couch.