She moved approaching us with her long blonde hair falling over her tiny shoulders. She resembled a supermodel off the catwalk. She had delicate facial features, a feminine shape, and graceful arms—every man's ideal woman. She had slim legs visible through the cut in her dress, and she exuded just as much confidence as Smith.
She didn't need to wear extremely high heels to reach him because her head was at eye level.
My legs, in contrast, were stubby. I had to use my ballerina abilities and my extra shoe length to whisper something in his ear.
Why in the world did he bring her here? I'm grateful that the room was spacious so that I could plan my escape. This did not please me. Not at all.
Why was I making comparisons to a lady who was superior to me? Smith desired They were together for that reason. Because they are
