•Adam's• awed expressions were soon replaced by a scowl as his eyes trailed down to her feet which were sporting a pair of low but thin, nude colored pump style heels.
"What did I say about wearing heels?" He questioned her, clenching his jaw. The prominent veins on either side of his forehead were enough of a proof of his enraged state.
"A big no-no." Stella replied to him meekly as she strutted closer to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face down. "But these aren't even that high. They are barely three inches high." She pursed her lips together which were tinted with a dark maroon lip color.
"You call three inches not that high?" He scoffed as he tried his best to not look at her face as she tried to look adorably pitiful. "What if you trip over? What if you slip? You do know that the entire hall is marbled. You even got them to polish it again to make it shine more."
