LAYLA’S POV
FLASH BACK (6 years ago)
There’s a guest in the house and, as usual, I’m not allowed to leave my room until they leave. Which is honestly fine by me.
It’s not like I’m dying to stand in the living room while Ginny’s friends call me fat, unappealing and praise her for being such a saint for letting me live in this house when I’m apparently the worst child ever created.
No thanks.
I’d rather stay in my room and let Ginny parade Amber around like a prize-winning show dog. At least here, nobody is pretending I don’t exist while talking about me.
I’m sprawled across my bed, trying to work out the formula for my maths assignment when my bedroom door flies open hard enough to hit the wall.
My gaze snaps up.
Ginny stands in the doorway, her eyes already narrowed and her mouth t
