Layla's pov
I stood in front of the mirror in my office at Eclipse, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger.
The sharp black suit fit perfectly—tailored shoulders, crisp creases, not a single thread out of place. My hair was slicked into a low bun, my lips painted a bold, unflinching red. I looked like a leader. A woman in control. But the truth?
Inside, I was barely holding it together.
My stomach twisted like it had been caught in a vice. My heart thudded loud and uneven in my chest, echoing with all the questions I couldn’t silence.
Was I doing the right thing? Would I regret it?
Would she be proud of me?
I turned from the mirror and crossed the room, heels clicking on the polished marble floor as I walked toward the tall windows. The city below stretched endlessly, glo
