She went into her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her wooden wardrobe, taking out a faded cardboard shoebox taped at the corners.

“I found these from winter formal two years ago,” she said, lifting out a pair of low silver heels wrapped in tissue paper.

The glitter on the narrow toe straps had worn thin along the inside edges, showing pale gray leather under the metallic shine.

She sat on the edge of her bed, slid her right foot in and fastened the slim ankle buckle.

“They still fit,” she said.