High heels had never been her thing; she'd spent her life in running shoes and such. Yet now she had a hankering for a pair that fitted just right.
She kept a pair of high heels in her closet for those times they went on romantic dates. She felt feminine and he felt chivalrous. You can say what you want, but it worked for them.
She felt elevated in those high heels, as if the room was her stage and she was ever the dancer in his arms.
I loved the way she looked in high heels, those legs went on for days. She got a confident glow too, a radiance that wasn't so bright when she was doing chores or caring for the kids. So when she stepped into the evening dressed that way, we were just lovers on a date and it was magical.