Cynthia's POV
He appeared so suddenly that in just a few words he drew away my attention, and my eyes looked behind him. The person behind him was holding a pair of shoes, the color was more like milk, more gentle than the ordinary white, these shoes were not too high, the exposed toe was also dotted with a diamond, and the necklace matched perfectly!
He was right ...... the shoes he prepared for me were indeed better looking than all the shoes on this wall.
Winnie's eyes lit up. "It's beautiful! They fit well. Can I have them?"
Arther shrugged. "Of course not. It's for... My dear mother."
He shouted that word in a sticky voice, and I wondered if he meant it, but it was still burning in his ears, and he couldn't make it out through his hair.
He handed me the shoes and Winnie seemed t
