As I got out of bed the next morning, I noticed a beautifully wrapped box on the table. 

Inside was an expensive pair of diamond high heels. 

As I held the gift box, Luke came back from the balcony after finishing a phone call. The color drained from his face as he rushed over and snatched it from my hands. 

When he realized his mistake, Luke gently took my hands with a guilty look. “Natalie, this was a surprise I prepared for you. Let’s look at it another day, okay?” 

Who would give high heels to a person who had lost their legs? 

And they weren’t in my size either. 

I bit back the sarcastic remark on my tongue. I was about to make an excuse to leave when a high-pitched, tinkling laugh echoed from the door. 

Queenie was wearing a red dress, and she walked in arm-in-arm with Luke’s grandmother, Beatrice Hunt. They were chatting and laughing as they walked. 

“Luke, I came together with Grandma,” Queenie said with a pout, then threw herself playfully into his arms. 

But as soon as she saw me, her face twisted in fear, and she screamed, “Natalie! Where are your legs? You’re crippled now! How disgusting!”