It's a cold day. Cold enough that Zoe is pathetically grateful that her matron of honor dress is made of pale sage wool instead of the coral silk that Irene and Katriane are wearing. But inside the reception, of course, it's warm and comfortable, and Zoe laughs and chatters with the other guests, dances with her husband, the groom, and Ben, and finally settles down in a chair away from the action. She surreptiously slips her heels off.

Somehow shoes are worse when you're having fun in them.