👠Cinderella at the Hilton - How I lost My Shoes on New Year's Eve

A sparkly dress, tropical glamour, and a luxury hotel in Thailand.

Everything was perfect… until my shoes had other plans.

Welcome to the first episode of “Behind the Scene” — the uncensored MagicShot edition.

The plan was simple… Look like a million dollars💃

👠 Cinderella at the Hilton

Or how I lost my shoes on New Year’s Eve

A dream New Year's Eve in a luxury hotel in Thailand. 🌴

A sparkly dress ✨, flawless makeup💄 , colour-matching shoes 👠, a beautifully decorated hall,

palm trees, lights, music…the ultimate dream.

I entered the hotel lobby like the main character in my own story – excited, glowing, and truly grateful

to be in such a place.

And for two magical hours, everything was perfect: dancing, laughter, twirls, joy…

Until suddenly, my feet started moving in directions I didn’t authorize. 😳

I looked down… and there they were – my gorgeous shoes, hand-picked with care and

love – quietly whispering:

“We’re done here.”

Hilton or not—when a shoe says 'I’m done', the dancing stops 👠💔

They came apart.

No warning.

No shame.

Right next to the bar.

At the Hilton.

Yes, really. 🫠

😱 Panic mode: activated.

I could feel everyone’s eyes on me.

I had no time to think – just one instinct: escape!

So I bolted from the party like Cinderella – minus the prince, minus the glass slipper – but with one loyal friend by my side and a mission:

Find shoes. Fast.

🕒 December 31st. Bangkok. 10:30 PM.

I'm nearly barefoot, running through a shopping mall in sequins and full glam, trying on sandals in the first shop I find.

Meanwhile, the rest of our friends are calmly sipping drinks at the hotel, assuming we’re stuck in a long queue at the bar. 🤷‍♀️

I grab the first shoes I see.

Flat, plain, not party - approved – but intact.

And let me tell you – I’ve never shopped that fast

in my life.

Ladies, it can be done. 😅

Dignity recovery: successful. Style? Questionable. Practicality? 10 out of 10.” 🛍️😂

We finally returned.

Our friends were pale.

They thought we’d been kidnapped

But me?

I came back like a warrior.

No heels.

But with pride… and sandals. 😎

And here’s the best part:

I made it back 10 minutes before midnight.

With new shoes.

Slightly out of breath.

But just in time to:

⏳ hear the famous countdown: “10… 9… 8…”

🥂 say Happy New Year,

✨ join the toast,

Like a fairytale? Not quite.

But like MagicShot – real, heartfelt, and absolutely unforgettable. 💜

P.S. If you know a brand of high heels that can survive tropical heat, dancing, photo perfection pressure and 35°C humidity...let me know.

Asking for a friend. 😏👠✨