"Oh, no! My apple!" Penny cried dramatically. "It slipped!"
Deep lines appeared on Belle's forehead as she watched Penny run over like a distressed maiden. Karina and Jenny, who were still nearby, looked back at Penny, furrowing their brows. They all watched as Penny approached them and picked up the apple near Belle's feet.
"This is my favorite…" Penny frowned, wiping an invisible tear from the corner of her eye with her index finger. "I've grown fond of it and treat it like my own. How could it slip like that?"
Slipped?
The three women tilted their heads to the side, not buying a single ounce of Penny's dramatic sentiment. Riana, the one who had thrown the heel, furrowed her brows, staring at Penny's back as she joined the group.
'What about the other one?' Riana glanced at the remaining heel in her hand. 'I can't just throw it now.'