-Andrew-
If Laylah could talk, I have no doubt she’d be laughing at me right now. I look ridiculous, and worse, she sat down on the tiny chair beside me. She casually sips her pretend tea and smiles at Olivia. It’s a moment that should be sweet, but I’m brutally mortified.
“I don’t think Laylah looks fancy enough,” I say before I take the mismatched earrings off my own ears. I’m surprised when she lets me clip them onto her own. I try not to touch her, but my fingers brush her cheek.
It’s really sweet that he’s giving me his earrings.
Sweet? My earrings? I reach up and try to remove the plastic tiara from my hair. It’s caught in a curl, and I wince as it pulls.
Laylah smiles, gently reaching up to help me. Our hands touch, and I think she’s forgotten it means I can hear her
