Watching Eyes

Sienna's POV

The mall was loud and bright, full of chatter, music, and the sound of people moving from store to store. Fiammetta and I had already been to three clothing shops, and she still had the energy of someone who had just arrived.

I tried to keep up, but my body still felt sensitive. Lorenzo had dropped his black card into my hand this morning with that smug look on his face. “Go crazy,”