Summary: Megan gets ready for a date
Megan stepped carefully into shoes and fasted the ankle strap. She stood and turned slowly in front of the mirror, examining herself from all sides.
She looked pretty damn good, if she did say so herself. Her new sapphire blue cocktail dress really brought out her eyes. But the crown jewels of this outfit were the shoes. Her brand new Manolo Blahniks.
She still snickered at the thought that she, Megan Reeves, who had rebelled so hard against the cotillion lifestyle, had spent over $500 on a single pair of shoes. Worse than that, her date, one Dr. Larry Fleinhardt, would never, in a million years, notice them. Thank goodness they were double-dating with Charlie and Amita. Amita was probably the only person in Megan's life who truly appreciated a pair of designer shoes.
Megan loved the way the stiletto heels made her legs and butt look. She wished that she had some excuse right now to parade herself in front of Colby. He was a world-class aficionado of women. If one felt confident about how they looked and wanted to be properly ogled, Colby was definitely your go-to guy. Megan wondered sometimes how he walked in the straight line while he craned his neck to check out everything in a skirt.
Megan picked up her small clutch purse and peeked inside. Just the essentials: lipstick, some cash, her drivers license, and, lest anyone forget that she was still an FBI agent, a can of mace. When it came to Larry, however, a lady was more likely to need a graphing calculator than any sort of weapon.
Megan exited the small apartment and got on the elevator. Mrs. Fullman, an elderly widow from 3D, was there. "You look lovely," she said. "Like a princess."
"Thanks," Megan replied. Now here was someone who definitely wouldn't appreciate her shoes. She'd probably have a heart attack if she knew what Megan had spent on them. Megan stole a quick glance down. Worth every cent.
"Off to meet Prince Charming?" Mrs Fullman asked.
Megan smiled in response. Now, here was someone who had obviously never met Larry. Actually, Megan found him quite charming in a nervous. quirky, absent-minded professor, way-too-smart-for-your-own-good kind of way.
The elevator stopped and Megan got off. "Have a lovely evening," Mrs. Fullman said, squeezing Megan's arm warmly.
"I will," Megan promised. She crossed the lobby and stepped outside into the cool night air. The wind rustled her new dress and Megan smoothed it around her.
After a few moments, a car pulled up in front of her. Charlie was driving with Amita next to him and Larry was in the back. Megan slid in next to Larry.
"Hello," she said brightly, greeting everyone at once.
"Hi!" Amita called from the front. Charlie smiled at her in the rear-view mirror.
"My God," Larry said breathlessly, "you are a vision."
Megan smiled broadly. Charlie's driving might not be the safest mode of transportation, but even if he got them into a horrible, gruesome car accident, at least she'd look good.
Amita turned around in her seat to look at Megan. "Great shoes!"