What if she'd succeeded, and this was her last message to him? What would he be doing now? Iestyn had to swallow that down, because she hadn't succeeded, she was alive, and this was a practical joke, not a bitter gift. He stared at them a few moments longer, taking deep breaths, and then put the lid back on the box.
"I'm gonna wear them," he said, feeling a little wild. "I'll take them in the car and wear them, and that's just what she gets." Of course, it was oppressively hot outside, and he was going to end up with sweaty ankles and breezy toes, but stuff it. With his jean shorts they'd look like the legs had come apart and sagged down on his feet. "I'm putting on some eyeliner and then we're going. Just she wait!" He waved a finger in the air and went off to his room to add more makeup. He had to tie the whole look together, after all.