Allyson's POV
After our rejuvenating spa session, Lyanna guided us toward a boutique that radiated sophistication and wealth. I had anticipated something more casual, but the moment I stepped inside, luxury surrounded us from every angle.
"Time to shop till we drop!" Lyanna declared with infectious enthusiasm, her voice carrying a melodic quality as she practically danced toward the entrance.
I couldn't suppress my amusement at her excitement. "It certainly is, and I'm covering everything today," I announced matter-of-factly.
Lyanna's expression shifted to pure disbelief. "Absolutely not! This was my idea, so I'm handling the bill. If my account runs dry, I'll just sweet-talk my man into covering it."
A knowing smile crossed my lips as I reached into my purse, withdrawing the distinctive black card Michael had entrusted to me. "I don't think that'll be necessary," I said, holding it up with deliberate confidence. "Michael specifically told us to indulge ourselves."
