Julia Bluen quickly took the shoes and put them on, her face feeling a bit warm. She thought she must be blushing.
"Julia! Julia!" Rachel Bailey, who had hailed a taxi to follow, got out of the cab and limped toward Julia Bluen. Her calls diverted Glades Horne's gaze.
"Hey, miss! You haven't paid the fare yet!" the taxi driver yelled, having rolled down his window.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stiff you on the fare." Rachel Bailey walked up to Julia Bluen's side, her attention immediately captivated by Glades Horne. It couldn't be helped; he was too handsome, too tall, too eye-catching. If she wasn't drawn to him, she'd have to be blind. "Wow, what a handsome guy!" she exclaimed softly. Then, glancing at the apprehended young man, she turned to the silent Julia beside her and asked, "Julia, did this handsome guy help out?"
Julia Bluen carefully glanced at her husband. After receiving a penetrating stare from Glades Horne, she promptly averted her eyes and silently nodded.
