Reaching for the third present, Blair read the card with fervour, scanning it quickly.
B
When we were six you wore your first pair of heels.
You were so excited. Dancing, prancing,laughing
That's what these are for. Dancing, prancing, laughing
C
Blair shook the box, expertly recognizing the hollow sound that could only be heels.
She ripped the paper, excitement flooding her.
The type on the box said, JIMMY CHOO ORINGINAL.
Inside were a pair of beautifully crafted periwinkle blue heels. With a diamond butterfly buckle.
It was the most gorgeous pair of shoes she had ever seen, and there was only one pair in the world. That belonged to her.
She couldn't even imagine what he must have gone through to get that pair for her.
She reflected on that day, it was her sixth birthday.
Her father had said that she had needed to wait until she was six to wear heels like her mother.
She couldn't wait.
Her father had come in her room, when she woke up with a pair of ManolosCrafted specifically for a little girl, who wanted so desperately to wear heels.
It would provide enough support for her little feet, but were still dazzling.
She had worn them to her party. Finally, she would be as tall as Serena.
She was wearing a new pink dress, short enough so you couldn't miss those gorgeous shoes. She was so happy, so light, so free.
She remembered twirling and twirling, until she fell into someone's arms. Chuck's arms.
She had giggled, and then gotten up, spinning Chuck with her, until they fell into a laughing heap on her bed.
She loved that day, that special feeling, the happiness.
Every day with Chuck had given her the same feeling.