"Mia, why the hell am I wearing these?" Letty asked, glaring at Mia through her chocolate brown eyes.
"Because they make you look hot," Mia replied with ease.
Letty took one step forward before she fell forward and grabbed the bed post for support. Her ankle twisted beneath her and she stuttered down, a scowl covering her face as she used her hands to support her as she returned to a standing position.
"I don't look too hot if I land flat on my face."
"Relax, you'll get used to it," Mia said with a bright smile on her face, confidence oozing off her body. "All you have to do is practice."
Mia rose from the bed and took three steps forward, turning on the heel of the shoe as she reached the wall. She gave Letty the 'jazz hands' and walked back to the bad, completing the course over and over again just to prove the point that practice makes perfect.
"Alright, alright," Letty caved under Mia's manipulation and rose to her feet, stumbling across the floor.
Letty took a deep breath and broadened her shoulders, standing up tall to give herself the most precise balance. Slowly, she staggered between the wall and the bed, occasionally grabbing the wall or the bed post for support while Mia stood on the sidelines, a smile creeping onto her face as she clapped her hands together. The sound rebounded against the walls and Mia quickly grabbed Letty's hand, pulling her towards the door – causing them to not so elegantly fall on the floor.
"Mia!" Letty shouted. "I told you this would happen."
"You should have kept your balance. You've had those heels for over a week now and I've constantly asked you to practice in them, yet you still don't listen to me!" Mia screamed back angrily, although it wasn't in anger – rather frustration.
"I didn't even want to wear them in the first place. You know how badly I do in heels."
"Hence why I asked you to practice in them," Mia breathed out, clambering up from the floor.
"Oh, that's fine. Leave me to lie on the floor, nice one Mi," Letty said sarcastically, pulling herself into a seated position.
Mia shook her head before offering her hand to Letty, who took it gratefully, fearing that if she didn't she would never end up off the floor. Finally standing, Letty bent down and rubbed her ankle, the joint sore after her landing on it at a dodgy angle. Mia opened her door and gently pushed Letty out of it, leading her towards the stairs and another challenge – how to make it downstairs without ending up in hospital.
"Mia, I can't believe you're making me do this."
"Shut up and smile."
Letty walked down the stairs slowly, a snarl on her face as she strolled towards Dom, her bottom lip pouting out as she cuddled into his chest. Dom automatically wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him as he kissed the top of her head. Sensing she was the cause of the problem, Dom looked over at his sister, a knowing look on his face as Mia stood there innocently.
"It was not my fault," Mia jumped to her own defence, holding her hands up.
"What did you do Mi?" Dom asked.
"Told her to put high heels on."
"And she actually did? Wow."
Mia and the boys walked out the room, climbing into their cars, as they got ready to go to the races. Dom stayed with Letty, prying her away from his chest as he stroked the side of her face comfortingly.
"You know, I would happily take you upstairs and rip them heels off for you," Dom suggested.
"I've spent the last two hours practicing with these, my effort is not going to waste," Letty said, walking away. "Well, come on then papa."
A/N – Review or PM any ideas, working on a few already.