Elise wobbled across the room like a newborn deer, clinging to the nearest person for support. The heels on her feet looked beautiful, yes, but they felt like tiny instruments of torture. She had never worn anything like them before. Flats and sandals were her safe place. These? These were betrayal in shoe form.
Lucien watched her with a small smile, clearly entertained. He's never seen a woman be this silly before?
What girl does not have heels?
"I… I don't think I can walk in this," she admitted, gripping the woman's arm like her life depended on it.
The other people in the room giggled at how she struggled. It's probably the first time they've seen a woman not know how to wear heels in their world.
The woman didn't even hesitate. "We'll get flatter shoes."
Elise could have cried in relief.
A moment later, the woman returned with a wine-colored pair. Elise slipped them on carefully, testing her balance like someone stepping onto land after a long time at sea.
Oh.
