Chapter 68
Layla Patel
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A mischievous smirk tugged at my lips as the driver drove down the quiet road toward the house. My phone was already buzzing with texts from different people.
Normally, I kept my personal life sealed tighter than a vault. Every date, every outing, every glance, I made sure the media only saw what I wanted them to see.
But this time? I handed them a front-row seat on purpose.
I’d paid the paparazzi myself, discreetly of course, to make sure they caught every angle of my night out. The post was already everywhere.
And it was safe to say that the internet had lost its mind.
Stephen’s text popped up on my phone.
[ Today was nice, we should do it again.]
A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I archived his text. During our time at the restaurant, I told h
