The shoes never seemed to create a problem when all those actresses ran after bad guys, or away from bad guys. But now? In real life? It was all she could do to keep from stumbling and falling flat on her face on the pavement. That would have capped off her experience with this stupid yellow dress—tearing it to shreds on the road, maybe skinning her knees, twisting an ankle, bleeding all over the place. So, maybe a quarter of a mile down the road from the reception hall, she took her shoes off again and hurled them into the bushes. Running barefoot wasn’t going to be a treat either, but she could deal with it. She’d make herself deal with it. Okay, so maybe she wouldn’t run. She’d just walk. She was all too aware of how bizarre she looked, trudging along at the edge of the road in this ugly fancy dress, barefoot, with her no longer nicely coiffed hair now hanging limply over her shoulders.
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