Christine smirked as soon as his gaze went down to her feet and then she shook her head, breezing in close to him as she moved inside of the room. She didn't bother to look around, instead turning to face him with a smile.
"Are you kidding? My sheets are Supima cotton. It'd be a crime to put holes in them." It wasn't like she couldn't afford to have them replaced, but still. She'd rather take her heels off when she went to sleep. "But, I like to wear them whenever I can. They make me feel like I'm always dressed to the nines."
Now, she wasn't going to mention her age unless he pressed it. She hated to say how old she would have been if she'd not come to this place. In her sixties. Terrible.