I wore a custom midnight-blue suit.
The left trouser leg was tailored slightly higher than the right, leaving part of my titanium prosthesis visible.
I wasn’t hiding it.
Not anymore.
The Montalvo estate was enormous.
Crystal chandeliers.
Luxury vehicles filling the drive.
Hundreds of guests moving through a ballroom that probably cost more to decorate for one evening than most people earned in a decade.
This was the world my parents had worshipped.
Status.
Prestige.
Appearances.
I walked through the double doors.
The soft metallic rhythm of my prosthetic sounded against the marble.
I saw my mother first.
She stood holding champagne, surrounded by women dressed in couture.
Her smile froze when she saw me.
Dad turned.
Then Chloe.
All three moved toward me.
“What are you doing here?” my father hissed.
“Business.”
Chloe laughed nervously.
“Security is going to throw you out.”
Mom grabbed my arm.
“Do not ruin this for your sister.”
I looked down at her hand.
She released me.
“I’m not here to ruin anything.”
Dad sneered.
“You don’t belong in a room like this.”
A deep voice answered behind him.
“She absolutely does.”
Arthur Montalvo approached with his legal counsel.
He walked directly past my parents and shook my hand.
