Jenner Jules Jordan Return ^new^ — Layla

Jules Jordan, the man who had commanded hundreds of actors, who had shaped raw emotion into art for three decades, hesitated. Then he lowered himself to his knees before her chair. The red light caught the tears now streaming down his face.

Layla arrived first. The stage was dustier than she remembered. The air smelled of ozone and old wood. She ran her fingers over the back of a chair—the very chair from the final, disastrous day. Her heart hammered against her ribs. layla jenner jules jordan return

“I was twenty-two,” she whispered. “You were the first person who ever told me I was more than a pretty face. And then you asked me to say something that made me feel like just a pretty face again.” Jules Jordan, the man who had commanded hundreds

Jules let out a shuddering breath and leaned his forehead against her knee. Layla arrived first