Swallowing, I hit accept and put it to my ear. ![]() I had a mouthful of queso when Marco handed me his cell as it began ringing. Going for food court Mexican-a good taco was a good taco-we sat in the crowded dining area and ate. We rounded the atrium before Marco announced it was time for lunch. That one was beautiful, but I worried I’d trip and knock everything over like dominos. Once I was finished, we left and bypassed a men’s wear store, ritzy suitcases and travel items, and an entire store dedicated to blown glass. I took my time, my brain going crazy with inspiration I hoped I’d remember. This explains how he sends me clothes so fast. But mixed in were some gorgeous pieces that ranged from cute sundress to sexy cocktail dress-including my lacy magenta one from the night before. Others were clearly intended for a Vegas wedding. I made up for my short time at the other shops when I stepped into a dress boutique. We spent even less in the perfume store that gave me an instant headache and convenient mart with overpriced bottled drinks and candy bars. Watches were even less of my thing than purses, so we didn’t spend long in there, either. ![]() The next store was filled with display cases of watches. I tore myself away from them, and Marco followed me out past the still silent associates. I looked longingly at a pair of sexy and edgy black heels with studded straps. There were others that were so gorgeous, I couldn’t imagine how expensive they were. Some of the shoes displayed were so ugly, I couldn’t imagine anyone would buy them. But that was before I’d known how it felt to wear a pair of killer heels or the comfort of shoes with support. Purses weren’t my thing, and a year ago, I’d have sworn shoes weren’t, either.
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