As she walked to Margaret's car, Laura stopped and frowned. There was definitely something wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It just felt like something wasn't right. She shook her head, then continued. But then stopped again.
Margaret got out of the car and looked at her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Laura shook her head and shrugged, gesturing that she didn't know. But when she continued towards the car, she realized what was wrong. It was her shoes. When she walked across the pavement, they didn't feel right. Or rather she didn't feel right when walking in them.
She looked down at them. They were the same type of shoes she always wore. Conservative and unremarkable two-inch heels. She wasn't into wearing flashy clothing, so these shoes were just fine. But now ... they seemed unattractive. She stopped herself for a moment, wondering why she cared if they were unattractive or not. She didn't care about looks, remember? But that was wrong too. She just spent the last few minutes in the restroom touching up her make-up, trying to make herself look prettier. What was wrong with doing the same with her shoes?
She continued on to Margaret's car, then got in.
"Are you alright?" Margaret asked.
"I think I need new shoes," she said.
"There's a shoe store near the restaurant. Maybe you could stop in after ..." She paused and stared at Laura. "Are you wearing more make-up?"
"Oh, yeah. I just touched it up a little. Nothing too fancy. Do you like it?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I think I prefer your homely look a bit more."
Laura looked slightly confused and a little annoyed, then said "Well, I like it."
Margaret shrugged. "It's your face." Then she started up the car and they were off to lunch.
