"No, I'm just not used to wearing high heels!"
Valentine Teller glanced down at Eluard Jack's feet, her shoe print still visible on his shiny leather shoes. "I'm really sorry for stepping on your foot earlier."
Eluard Jack laughed it off lightly, "It's fine. It's my honor that Miss Teller stepped on my foot. Come on, let's go sit over there!"
"Okay."
Valentine Teller sat on the sofa, not wanting to get up. She picked up the colorful cocktail and drank another glass. The alcohol went to her head, her face turning as red as an apple, looking fresh and lovely.
Mark Reed saw Valentine Teller's flushed face and felt an urge to rush over and bite it. He quickly walked over to pull her onto the dance floor, only to be refused.
"I can't dance anymore, my feet hurt!"
Valentine Teller waved her hands repeatedly; if she danced any more, her feet would break.
