The trouble with throwing a party is that it's nearly impossible to sneak out early.
So, when we saw a chance to slip upstairs for a few minutes, we took it.
"We'll have to go back down there before they come looking for us," she said.
I'd had the same thought, but was in no hurry. The possibility of being discovered---along with the fact that she hadn't taken the time to remove those incredible hot pink shoes---was adding an extraordinary thrill to our mid-soiree rendezvous.
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch