It's the shoes fault.

It's my heel's fault. It's not my fault nor can I accuse those house-cleaning strenuous tasks. If I hadn't worn cruel heels, my back ache and my legs wouldn't have gone this severe and I wouldn't have embarrassed myself in front of people. I hate taking Rafe's help.

I decide to take a break from Mom and Dad's endless guests and give rest to my sore parts. Even my jaws are hurting due to constant stretching of my lips. I've been smiling for hours literally and this party is still nowhere near the end.

Sitting at the empty table, I throw my head on it and...