LAYLA’S POV
I really did tell myself that the first time I met Edward’s dad, I wasn’t going to cower or sit there acting timid in front of him, especially after everything Edward’s told me and everything I’ve seen him put his own son through.
Yeah… maybe I should’ve been a little more committed to that promise because, at the moment, it’s not going particularly well.
We’re seated across from each other inside The Nok Room, one of those upscale restaurants about fifteen minutes from campus where everything looks so polished it almost feels expensive to breathe. Crystal glasses sparkle beneath the lights, spotless white tablecloths cover every table, and the menu is filled with words I can’t pronounce and prices I don’t even want to look at twice.
Across from me sits Alpha Strout.
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