Zara's POV

"Get dressed," Levi demanded, and then he handed me a pair of shoes.

As I peered at my shoes in his hands, I narrowed my eyes in confusion at him. I had no intention of leaving the house. I was still quite angry with my dad.

"Why?" I folded my arms across my chest and mumbled.

"I am planning something special," he said, arching an eyebrow and turning his head slightly to the side.

"Is it a surprise?" I inquired as my annoyance intensified within me. I ...