High Heels- Another Story

A dark posh gown and a matching pair from Miu Miu. Perfect...?

Between the two hours:

Okay! So now you're ready with something decent to wear and even better footwears- Miu Miu! You take your exquisite  bag and head out of your home, locking the door after you and double checking. You head over to the elevator because- let's be completely honest- you don't have the guts to  use the stairs in your 7 inches. Anyways, you slowly, with staggering feet, go over to the elevator,  push the button and wait... impatience all over yourself. The elevator arrives empty and you step in. You press the button for ground floor- checking your phone twice in that single jiffy. You were just checking whether your cab is on its way or not and twice 'cause you DEFINITELY don't want to stand one the ground itself for too long or you'd end up falling and hurting yourself.  You know that- that feeling we hate even to think about. Giving you weird vibration every time you think about the humiliation.
Thankfully, the cab was on time and you are all over the moon, thinking heels aren't that bad. You so wish!But the half hour goes well with you thinking about the crazy house party your friend is throwing while the cab driver is cussing the traffic. Finally you reach your place and decent the elevator- which was thankfully working. You're secretly high- fiving yourself for not tripping not even once yet.
Then something strucks your head. Why is no one's footwears near the door? But you anyways ring the doorbell. Nobody replies. Again you ring. No answer. You call your friend to find it switched off. While shoving your phone inside,  you see the date and day, realising the party was on the upcoming Saturday and not that day. Ofcourse *friend* is on a vacation, promising to be away from technology. You headed once more towards the elevator,  book a cab, and reach home around an hour later due to the common traffic in the city.
"Ohmigod! I cannot feel my ankles anymore!"