Why Was Carlotta Crying?

Carlotta had been to soirées before, she was a mistress true of the fine art of hobnobbing and was often privy to various other worlds and could effortlessly sashay her graceful self into all types of circles. Everyone was under the assumption Carlotta was living the archetypal glamorous life; and that she was -  her stockings were always the silkiest,when others were eating cold spaghetti night after night in rationed times - she had steak three times a week, a half of a sixteen ounce porterhouse that she happily shared with her two-year old mastiff, Shep. Yet, there was always a little sorrow in Carlotta's eyes, perhaps a minuscule miracle that her  mascara always appeared ever so lush and would never leak not even on an August bus ride through the Sahara, although her peepers would go glassy some times. She cleverly attributed that to mere allergies, but truth be told,Carlotta could have worked double-shifts in a pepper factory without so much as letting out one little sneeze. No, there was some infinitely more profound reason as to why Carlotta was a bit on the lachrymose side and always, on the cusp of weeping.



You see Carlotta really took a size 8 in her Mary Janes, but she wouldn't be caught rigor-mortis in such a size, she shuddered to even think it, no Carlotta at all times had to be heeled in a size 5, there was just no pussyfooting around this for Carlotta. Carlotta read stories about the Far Eastern women who would bind their feet, yes Carlotta knew that was indeed extreme but maybe if she curled her toes just so and learned to walk on her tippy-toes, that would be alright. So, you see, it wasn't any pesky allergies afterall, or the heartache from one of the rogues in a line of rogues she had been devastated by - it was all those blisters, callouses and corns she suffered from those size five pumps, that she had to wear everywhere she went, even if it was just to fetch a carton of milk at the all night milk shop, Carlotta was one of the earliest examples of slaves to fashion and the moral of the story is - flared pants, all you need is a pair of flared pants, with the way that their inimitable hems are designed they can easily sequester the size of your feets, even if they are massive.

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