WHO: Livvy & Nate. -- @natealexcnder​ WHERE: Home, coast of Merrock. WHEN: February, 2022.
Valentine’s Day had come and gone with flowers, wine, chocolate, lobster tail... bliss, honestly. Getting back to work right after had been a little more tough, between juggling two schedules and a dog that seemed to have it out for them lately, or at least out for their pillows and whatever was left lying on the floor that night. Still, thing weren’t so bad, and after a long day of work, she was ready to relax, calling over her shoulder as she made her way into the bedroom, “I’ll be out in a minute, I just want to put some sweats on,” after wearing a pant suit all day and high heels, sometimes it was nice to come home and-- what was that? Poking out from under the edge of the bed was a familiar, black, patent leather object, and Livvy struggled to fight back the panic rising as she reached out to grab the shoe, heel snapped in half, toe covered in bite marks and slobber. No, it wasn’t panic, it was rage. “Nate!” she snapped, turning on her heel -- well, her good heels, that were still in one piece -- and making her way back to the living room. “Look at what Bailey did!”
