LAYLA’S POV
“Are you really sure you asked him the right questions?” Wendy asks, peering at me from where she sits cross-legged on my bed.
I shift a hanger aside to make more room in my wardrobe. “Of course I did.” Turning to face her, I force a smile despite the genuine disappointment written all over her face. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. I was already expecting it, so it just sort of confirmed what I already knew.”
I shrug, trying for casual and probably failing.
“Besides, don’t you think it’s better I found out now before I completely embarrassed myself?” A laugh escapes me. “Can you imagine how awful that would’ve been? Me getting all attached while he’s wondering why I suddenly won’t leave him alone.”
Her lips curl but she doesn’t say anything, just sulks.
I shake my head and go bac
