Nia Mitchell didn't say anything, standing in front of the mirror watching herself, walking very unsteadily.
"Uncle, I'll just wear—"
"Pack up this pair, we'll pay later, let her try on this other pair."
Maxwell Peary pointed at another pair of shoes, ignoring Nia Mitchell's refusal.
Nia Mitchell pouted, sitting back down.
The CEO, who always keeps an eye on Rabina Mitchell, also noticed Nia Mitchell's change in mood at this moment.
Taking advantage of the gap when the salesperson went to fetch the shoes, he came over and sat beside her.
"Feeling down?"
Nia Mitchell was startled, shook her head.
She took off the high heels, wiggled her toes.
"It's just I've never worn high heels before, and now it feels really awkward."
Not only are the shoes awkward, but even this path feels awkward.
"You'll have to get used to it. When I attend banquets, of course, you'll be with me."
He knew Nia Mitchell's little thoughts and leaned over directly, whispering with her.
