6
EVE
From one girl to another, I wouldn’t recommend running through wet grass in thousand-dollar high heels. Louboutins were made to be admired. Preferably from behind as I bent over a fancy desk. Not ruined as they squelched into uncharacteristically soggy ground. I’d kicked them off and scooped them up on the way over. I wasn’t about to turn a f*****g ankle for fashion. Not when our soccer championship was right around the corner.
Now, I was not only late for the announcement I had promised everyone I would attend. I was also barefoot and perspiring.
Excellent.
I stopped before the outdoor auditorium, craning my neck for my friends. The place was packed. People had brought blankets and folding chairs to camp out on the surrounding grass, like they would in a few days for the Fourth
