Chapter 11
Sheena’s feet were seriously pinched in her glass high heels while she stood with Matteo at the front door to greet their guests. This was her place as the countess now, but seriously whoever wrote the Cinderella story had clearly never spent a second in the actual shoes. Pain shot up her calves.
And this was only the beginning of the evening.
Hopefully by the time they sat down, her feet would become numb.
If this was one of her benefits where she spent the evening in heels, she’d drink wine to numb the pain, and she planned to try that trick tonight at dinner. She’d counted the hours ahead and realized she’d spend much more time in fashionable heels that were secretly torture devices than a normal event, and as countess, she couldn’t slip off her shoes.
Sheena straightene
