Monica's calves were resting on the edge of the sofa, and her bare feet were dangling in the air.
"Don't even think about it. I won't go out." Monica felt Finn approaching her, so she said confidently.
"Your dad is going to blow out the candles," Finn said condescendingly.
'Why would someone still do that at such an old age?
'Wait… I was the one who strongly requested it at that time!'
As expected, she had brought this upon herself.
Monica sat up from the sofa with great difficulty, her face filled with anger.
'Whatever.
'I'll just let it hurt and die.'
She reached her foot into her high heel.
"Hiss..." Before she could even wear the heel, she felt like she was going to die from the pain.
Finn looked at her exaggerated expression and said coldly, "Serves you right for wearing such high heels."
