Her feet ache. She just wants to scream and kick the shoes off. She blames the four-inch high heels or stilettos or whatever they’re called for this because she’s unaccustomed to them. Sneakers and slippers are her best friends. When she has no one to talk to during their long dinner party she dreams of her thick, fluffy Sylvester the Cat slippers. She dreams of how warm and cozy and soft they’d be on her feet. Her eyes are also irritated because of the dry weather. It’s worse when she wears her contacts. She wants to take them out and put on some eye drops to relieve the irritation. At least for the past two hours she found the conversation with the handsome Tom McCartney immensely stimulating. They talked about politics, which she knows nothing about. She, however, managed to tell him a little bit about John Key, the prime minister of New Zealand. She also feels quite good when she happened to mention Obama and how smart he is. Tom has a pleasant personality, just like Jayden, and she likes him immediately.
