The driver of the red Corvette screeched to a stop in front of the restaurant and waited for the valet to open her car door. Justice admired how the street lights bounced off of her new sliver and white Hogan’s as she exited the car.
“I can’t believe you spent $400 on those sneakers,” CC complained.
“Why not? My feet deserve to be pampered. Some women like their heels, I like my sneakers.” She stuck her tongue out at her older brother as they entered the restaurant and were ushered immediately into a corner booth.