Missax -: Layla Jenner - Bachelorette

“Hey, Jenner,” the woman said softly. “Long time.”

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. missax - layla jenner - bachelorette

“You shouldn’t have come,” Layla breathed. “Hey, Jenner,” the woman said softly

“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.” The one Layla had kissed goodbye three years

She didn’t close the door. She stepped out, barefoot, into the cold hallway, and let the door click shut behind her.

“I’m making a mistake. And I think you’re the only one who ever knew the real me.”

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.