Uh.Late.
Yes, Annie sensed so, and she hoped she was right, so Em would go flailing around like she loved for him to do, and not always be correct. She hated that from him. "See, I told you, we are late..." Annie said, pointing towards the awaiting area, where all the rest of the invited people were standing.

Emiliano groaned at Annie, although they were both held to each other by the arm, because the young lady had decided to use her low, but still heels. Thanks to Lori, that miracle had been done, somehow. "We are not late," He told her, grinning victoriously and arriving to the guest area. "...and be careful, we don't want a kick around here..." He meant it, joking about Annie's heels.

Annie groaned back, glaring at Emiliano and letting go of her arm. She went to take a seat and wished to have her no-heeled shoes. Wait...she did have them, inside her purse. Perfect; she took them out and placed them on her feet instead of those killing heels. Who wondered, that even having strong legs as a professional soccer player she'd have those pains.