Upon hearing the amount, she froze. "Seven million?" she asked, and I could see the urge to laugh bubbling up within her. She shook her head in disbelief.
"What kind of surgery costs that much?" she questioned, forgetting she was speaking to her future Luna. At least I still held the official title.
I sighed, feeling as though I had nothing to lose. "I need it for a medical treatment. I told you already," I responded, but she continued to shake her head.
"You could have multiple plastic surgeries for that amount," she said, which began to annoy me. I leaned in closer.
"Have I said that I want plastic surgery to please my husband?" I retorted, and my question snapped her back to seriousness. She met my gaze, her expression sober.
"I'm sorry, Miss Hart, but even though you're about
