Mission Pretty Possible Chapter 17.5 (Patreon)

“This is ridiculous,” he complained, voice cracking. “Sam, why did you pick THESE? We’re going to a salon, not a runway. Can’t I wear sneakers? Or flats? Or literally anything that doesn’t qualify as medieval torture?”

Sam smirked. “Oh honey… did you forget what YOU said during the Q&A at the pageant?”

Sam cleared his throat dramatically and imitated him perfectly: “‘I strut in 5 inch stilettos like I was born on tiptoe. We’re besties.’”

Claire snorted, covering her laugh.

Ethan’s face burned hot.“I was under pressure! It was a performance! Nobody expected me to actually—”

“Nope,” Sam interrupted. “You said it. You OWN it. And guess what? The salon staff will expect Elena, not Ethan. Elena wears heels. Tight ones. Loud ones. Sexy ones.”

Ethan groaned internally. Why do I make my own life harder? Why did I ever open my mouth on that stage?

But as he wobbled toward the door, adjusting his balance, he muttered in his head: If this mission doesn’t kill me, these heels will.

Sam clapped cheerfully. “Let’s go, blondie-in-training!”