Leila's POV

　　Entering, across the vast foyer, warm inside, contrasting with that coolness outside, was Mia. Something widened in her gaze at the sight of the bags in my hands. Something flickered in those eyes, something I couldn't fathom.

　　"Mia," I said, my voice shaking barely a little. "I, well- I got those for you." I passed her the bags, trying not to note with too much attention just a hint of the shaking in my hands. "Luca said it was quite all right, so I ...