Chapter 20
“He’s such an asshole.” Brooke took a large helping of rocky road from the carton and shoved the spoon in her mouth. Drowning her feelings in ice cream wasn’t her style, but Layla insisted it would help. Her sister had never steered her wrong, so she was giving it a go.
“I’d love to agree with you or give you some advice, but without context I got nothing,” Layla said, dipping her spoon in the carton and taking a substantially smaller serving of the chocolatey goodness.
“Bex offered me a job, and I accepted.”
“Wait.” Layla sat up. “What?”
“She fired her stylist and asked if I’d be willing to take the position, and I said yes. I leave for London in a few weeks.”
“London?” Layla’s voice went up an octave. “For how long?”
“Three months, and then after that, if all goes well,
