Son of a .....

A pair of thigh high white leather boots lay in all its glory before her, causing her eyes to water a bit.

She really couldn't believe it, at all. It looked so pristine and pretty, she couldn't dare feel it.

It's heels we're perfectly formed and shaped, just the way she liked them. Just the way she wanted them.

She'd wanted one of them from the very first day she'd set her eyes on them. Honestly, to her it was just a fantasy. Plain old fantasy.

Not just because she knew she wasn't going to be be able to afford it, but because she didn't think she had anywhere to wear them to.

But now, she didn't just own one, she had somewhere to wear it to. It made her feel very mushy on the inside.

'Thank you, Theo ' She muttered in her head, staring dreamily at her boots.

'Atleast, he did one thing well.' Maria chimed, her eyes on the boots as well.

'Yeah, he did .' Beth said, her eyes still on the shoes as she smiled brightly.