Layla’s POV
The work for the engagement ceremony is grueling and long. Add in the emotional stress of realizing that this woman has stolen my husband, and I can barely make it through the day without my thinking of another escape plan. Maybe if I regain their trust, I can slip away when things get too busy for anyone to notice me.
They’re all ignoring me anyway, so it could work.
My stomach growls, and I pat it, planning to find a moment to eat as soon as I finish my current task. I only had a few minutes for breakfast this morning due to an emergency with one of the catering orders. Not only that, but I’ve had to deal with seating arrangements that change like the wind, security plans that never seem to be tight enough, vendor coordination that Camila continually disagrees with, cere
