It was Rielle. The one who got away. The one Layla had kissed goodbye three years ago in a college dorm room, swearing it meant nothing. It had meant everything.
“Just for one night,” Chloe teased. “Pretend you’re not marrying Marcus. Pretend you’re still you .”
Silence.
“I’m making a mistake. And I think you’re the only one who ever knew the real me.”
“Close your eyes,” Layla whispered.
“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.”
She stepped into the hallway, pulling the door half-closed behind her. missax - layla jenner - bachelorette
Layla’s heart hammered as she opened the door.