The woman at the counter looked over the top of her glasses at them, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. She had the worn, kindly look of a grandmother, but Poppy recognized her and knew she was nothing of the sort. Well, she was probably a grandmother, but not a kindly one. More than once, she’d tr...
Whitney stood opposite her parent in her bedroom, where her mother had been searching through her shoes for a lower pair of heels. Apparently, the Louboutins hurt her arches. “You have about forty pairs of shoes in here, and all of them look exactly the same. I don’t see w...
