Your Crown

Carroll looked at me, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. His reaction pleased me, so I intended to run into his arms.  However, my left feet slipped, so I almost fell prone on the ground.  "What a fool!" After one stride, Carroll caught me in his arms in time. I panted with lingering fear. "Not this pair of shoes. Not them. Carroll, I need another pair of shoes. Three centimeters is the height I can tolerate!" After that, I sat on the sofa and kicked off the troublemakers from my feet. Carroll knelt on one knee, held my fair feet, and rubbed them in his palms. "Good girl, I can't let you have your way today. Hold on!" "All right, all right!" At the thought of meeting with his father, I compromised. "After today, I won't wear high heels like this pair again." "I'm afraid that I can't promise you!" Carroll massaged my feet regularly. "There will be our wedding." I was speechless. Carroll was right. He was about 6 feet tall, and I was about 5 feet. With this pair of high heels