I sat on the edge of the large mattress and looked down at my feet. The tan bandages Mason had carefully applied the previous night still covered the raw blisters on my heels. My skin felt tender when I pressed my fingers against the cotton pads, so I made a practical decision regarding my footwear for the evening.
I opened my closet and pushed the uncomfortable high heels to the side. I reached for a pair of soft black leather flats instead. They lacked the towering height required for high society events, but they offered basic physical comfort. We established a genuine truce yesterday, and I wanted to honor his medical care by protecting my healing skin.
I stood up and smoothed the fabric of my dark green dress. The material fell to my knees, and the long sleeves covered my arms to keep the cool evening air away. I picked up a small black clutch purse from the wooden dresser and walked out of the master suite.
