It was past 12 already.
I elbowed my way past security towards what seems to be a very, very distant destination then.
"Shoot! I'm late!"
With one hand on my skirt, I prepared myself for a sprint.
"Ready. Get set. Go!", I thought.
For a few seconds, it seemed my dash for dear life will continue without let up...
Then, a THUD!
Yes, it was me almost falling to the ground after my shoe got stuck to a God-knows-what protrusion on the cold, cement floor of the PICC Forum Tent.
Oblivious to the stares, I focused my attention to the guy walking towards me with what seems to be a shoe on one hand.
"Miss...", he said.
"Yes?", I said, still breathless from my almost-fall.
"You need to buy new shoes."
On his hand was the sole of my now retired flats.
Yup, an ugly version of the classic Cinderella glass slippers.
Good thing he was not prince charming.
My Cinderella story still had a happy ending though.
First, I got a good excuse to buy a new pair of shoes.
Second, I already have a prince.
Your modern day Cinderella,
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