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Alex led me downstairs and to a long, black limo waiting on the street. He helped me inside and we drove to the restaurant. To say I was nervous wasn’t quite the right description. I was so petrified I thought they’d have to carry me, stiff as a board, into the fancy restaurant. Fortunately my body decided to turn into jello instead, so when we arrived I stumbled out of the car, and my nose nearly made the close acquaintance of the sidewalk.
Alex caught me before I was on first-name basis with the ground. “Careful there,” Alex scolded me with a mischievous smile on his face. “Not much experience with high-heels?”
“What do you think?” I mumbled. I could barely see anything through the bright, blinding blush on my cheeks. People passed by us and stared at my clumsiness.
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