One golden pump flew into the
corner. Hair tumbled down, bobby pins scattering over the floor. Opening the
fridge, Eleanor nabbed a can of beer and popped it open.
Bob stormed in the front door,
glittering in his blue suit. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t yell at me; it’s been a long
night. I lost my shoe.”
“How’s he going to fall in love with
you if you keep leaving early?”
A knock came at the open door. The
two conspirators whirled to see the millionaire standing outside the cheap
apartment, holding a golden pump.
“I think you dropped this.”
♥/Kat!e
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "She'd had enough of parties."
1 comment:
Love the image with the bobby pins! Good description. I'm getting the vibe that this is some sort of con and Prince Charming has no idea what he's getting himself into! What a fun take!
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