[Cadence's glare flits from the shoes, to the bill, back to the shoes, and finally resting on him. She shoves her broken heels into his arms to catch, snatching the Benjamin out from between his fingers with her free hand.]
$100? Really? I don't shop at JC Penny. This pair was $360.
[She'd be lying if she said she didn't get a weird sick satisfaction from watching him squirm over her opinion of him.
He wasn't a beau-made-meal, but maybe not a complete waste of time either.]
...Buy me a new pair. Bring them to dinner tonight. Same color, same size, or you'll wish I had used that heel to dig out your eyes like a melon baller.
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$100? Really? I don't shop at JC Penny. This pair was $360.
[She'd be lying if she said she didn't get a weird sick satisfaction from watching him squirm over her opinion of him.
He wasn't a beau-made-meal, but maybe not a complete waste of time either.]
...Buy me a new pair. Bring them to dinner tonight. Same color, same size, or you'll wish I had used that heel to dig out your eyes like a melon baller.