Chapter 29 Emma - Damian 1
- Emma
- All I could think about was slipping on a pair of comfortable sneakers. My white Chuck Taylor low-tops, nicely broken in after years of use and scuffed just enough to look worn-in, were exactly what I was looking for. But I was more concerned with the level of comfort.
- Anything had to be better than zipping around in heels at a million miles per hour. As an event coordinator, though, I had to be more than simply the greatest; I also had to appear the best.