Becky’s POV
As I carried on with my day, I became increasingly uncomfortable. Paul and I had been nonstop searching for Lucas's intentions, and the strain was starting to show. The gala was just hours away, and the urgency rose with every minute that passed. Though I was attempting to keep concentrated, I couldn't get rid of the impression that something was about to go bad.
Paul had left me alone in the house to finish the security elements for the gala. Once more, reading Lydia's papers helped me to divert myself. I nearly missed the faint knock on the front door as I was so absorbed in my book.
When I opened it, Samantha was standing there grinning friendlily. Becky, Hey! Mind if I drop over for a little?
Sure, Samantha, I said, trying to sound as laid-back as I could. "What brings
