Quiet Ella

Ella walked out of her condo all dressed for her date with a certain bastard her Godmother decided to hook her up with. She was dressed in a knee-length black dress. Her curly hair was combed and stretched so that it fell on her shoulders and her heels were a thorn in her flesh as she struggled to walk with them. Throwing her handbag at the passenger’s side of the car, she started it. Once, twice but it refused to start.

What the hell was wrong with it now? She grumbled. Spending almost thirty minutes trying to start the damn car that refused to come up and corporate with her, she looked at her watch. She was late for her date. Oh goodness.

“Now I have to look for a cab,” she grumbled. Picking up her bag, she headed out of the condo while trying to order a cab. Her legs were already sore from putting on the super-high heels. On a normal day, she would go with something lower and probably wear pants and a shirt instead of a dress. Only heaven knows how uncomfortable she was in the dr