I was dressed in my black, knee-length dress. It had faded a little in the wash, but I didn’t have time to buy something new. I usually wore the dress with a little jacket and thick, black tights for a casual look, but tonight my legs were bare. I gazed down at the sexy sandals. At least they looked good.I wondered what the other women at the event would wear tonight. I hoped I wouldn’t stand out for the wrong reasons.It was only a few minutes’ walk to Cliff House, but even a short walk wasn’t practical in shoes this high. I’d decided to wear my ballet pumps and change into the gold shoes when I got there, but as I walked out into the parking lot, Frank was heading home and offered me a lift.“Great,” I said. “Can you just give me a minute?”I rushed back to my room, kicked off the ballet pumps and quickly slipped on the gold sandals. I walked back to Frank as quickly as I could.He blinked a couple of times and let out a low whistle. “You look pretty tonight, Miss Taylor.
