It was Find Reagan’s Wedding Shoes Saturday. They’d met for breakfast and were now fueled and ready to go. Reagan had some ideas she had pinned on Pinterest and she was showing them to Kate as a lady in a white coat wrestled the door locks open. “So are you going flats or heels? There’s both here.” “I know, I couldn’t decide. Pinterest is evil. Anything is possible. Look at these, they’re real glass slippers.” She turned her phone to Kate. “Ouch.” Kate grimaced. “Right? But they look incredible.” “I think it’s probably more important that you have feet for your honeymoon.” Reagan laughed in agreement as they stepped off the escalator and into the shoe department. “The dress is floor length, so you could really go either way,” Kate said, picking up a pair of ballet slippers with encrusted crystals.
