“You shouldn’t have come,” Layla breathed.
Layla looked from Rielle’s hopeful, pained face to the golden light of the suite where her future husband’s mother was probably texting her about place cards.
Before Layla could answer, the doorbell rang. Odd—the hotel suite was supposed to be locked down. Chloe exchanged a look with the others, then grinned. “Don’t be mad. We got you a… surprise.” missax - layla jenner - bachelorette
Layla’s heart hammered as she opened the door.
Rielle frowned. “Why?”
“What are you doing here?” Layla whispered.
“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.” “You shouldn’t have come,” Layla breathed
“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.”