“Oh my,” exclaimed Lara. “This is ghastly. Ruins the decor.”
Jacob winced. “You don’t understand,” he whispered.
“Understand? What is Franco thinking?”
Franco cringed. A haughty voice carried across the hall. He started in that direction.
“Keep it down.” Jacob scanned the room, noting every attendee. “Please don’t let Franco hear.”
“Please. Surely Franco fires the decorator.”
“You don’t understand, those shoes…”
“Those shoes,” Franco cut in, “made this possible. They walked to school for years. Secured my education.”
Lara turned horrified. “I didn’t know.”
“You came from money. But money can be taken. What those shoes brought me, cannot.”
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