After spending a whole night accompanying Aaron, Katrina’s feet are sore.
Her high heels are beautiful, sleek and tall like Cinderella's crystal shoes. But because of the nature of her job, Katrina doesn't usually wear high heels.
If it wasn't for Aaron's sake and image, Katrina would’ve found a corner to hide away and take a break. But now, there are blisters on her feet, and she can hardly walk steadily.
Katrina holds Aaron's arm tightly, with nearly half her body weight leaning against him as she ostensibly tries to maintain calm and graceful.
Aaron senses that something is wrong with Katrina. He looks down at her to find an pained expression on her face.
Frowning, he can’t bear torturing her like this. He pulls her aside to rest. “Here’s some dessert and fruit. Help yourself. I'll
