Leila's POV

　　We'd entered the store when that feeling of something wrong just wouldn't leave me. I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

　　That's when it hit me. Mr. Anderson hadn't said one word about this shopping extravaganza. Luca had done all that talking and convincing. I didn't get direct permission from Mr. Anderson. What if he didn't want me to go? What if this was some sort of misunderstanding?

　　My heart kicked up a racing beat again, and ...