“Maybe not,” Rielle replied, lifting a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Layla’s ear. “But you called me last month. Three a.m. You don’t remember?”
“Layla! Get over here—it’s time for the truth or dare round,” her maid of honor, Chloe, called from the velvet couch. missax - layla jenner - bachelorette
Layla’s blood went cold. She did remember. Whiskey and a trembling voice, leaving a voicemail she’d prayed was a dream. “Maybe not,” Rielle replied, lifting a hand to
The Last Night Characters: Layla Jenner (the bride-to-be), her best friends, a surprise visitor. Layla Jenner stared at her reflection in the penthouse window, the city lights blurring behind the champagne glass in her hand. Her bachelorette weekend was in full swing—laughter, lingerie-shaped decorations, and enough rosé to drown a small yacht. Yet, a strange hollow ache pulsed beneath her ribcage. You don’t remember
She didn’t close the door. She stepped out, barefoot, into the cold hallway, and let the door click shut behind her.
Layla’s heart hammered as she opened the door.
“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.”