Call It Spring Lilac Pumps

Carmen didn’t usually wear pastels. But today was different. The soft lilac heels caught enough light to glow against her skin, a quiet complement to the way she moved: unhurried, composed, knowing exactly what she was doing. Carlos stood at the far end of the rooftop, drink in hand, already watching. She hadn’t said a word yet, but the pointed toe of those delicate pumps tapped out a message as she crossed the stone floor. She tossed her hair. Not everything had to be bold to be unforgettable. For Carmen, soft was just another way to take control.