germancowboy on BudgetPixel

WLW: Ashley Monroe - Dear Diary -Entry IV Dear Diary, This afternoon started completely normal until she walked in wearing a charcoal-gray satin blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt and carrying a pair of sunglasses in one hand like she’d just stepped out of a movie scene. Short dark hair. Red lipstick. Silver watch. The kind of woman who speaks softly but somehow still owns the entire room. She told me she needed heels for a gallery opening downtown and that her ex-girlfriend was probably going to be there. Which, honestly, explained the energy immediately. I showed her a pair of midnight-blue velvet pumps with crystal details along the heel and a dangerously sharp pointed toe. Elegant. Expensive. The kind of shoes that don’t ask for attention — they expect it. When she sat down in the fitting chair, she crossed her legs slowly and said, “I’m trusting your judgment here.” That should not have affected me as much as it did. I knelt down to help her into the heels, smoothing one hand lightly against her ankle while fastening the strap. She kept watching me in the mirror with this amused little smile like she could tell I was trying very hard not to flirt too obviously. Then she asked, “Do women ever buy shoes just because you tell them they look beautiful in them?” I told her, “Only when they already know it’s true.” God. Ashley Monroe, one day your mouth is going to get you into trouble. When she stood up and walked toward the mirror, those velvet heels completely transformed her. She looked taller somehow. Colder. More confident. Like she was about to walk into that gallery and absolutely ruin someone’s evening in the best possible way. Before leaving, she leaned against the counter for a second and smiled at me. “Wish me luck tonight,” she said. I told her she wouldn’t need it. And honestly? I almost believed it too.