“Layla! Get over here—it’s time for the truth or dare round,” her maid of honor, Chloe, called from the velvet couch.
The bachelorette music thumped inside. Someone shouted, “Layla! Who’s at the door?” missax - layla jenner - bachelorette
“You shouldn’t have come,” Layla breathed. “Layla
“Because if I’m going to ruin my own bachelorette,” Layla said, her voice breaking into a smile, “I want to remember your face first.” Someone shouted, “Layla
There stood a woman in a sharp black blazer, rain-damp hair curling over her shoulders. Her eyes—dark, familiar, devastating—held Layla’s gaze like a dare.
“Your friends hired an ‘ex to ruin the bachelorette’ for a prank,” Rielle said, holding up a glitter envelope. “They don’t know who I really am to you. But I think it’s time you told them the truth.”