Layla POV
I let out a long sigh, brushing back a strand of hair that refused to stay tucked behind my ear. It was becoming annoying at this point, the fitting room was stifling, I was hot and tired and I really wanted to get rid of this dress.
If I didn't get the chance to do so in the next thirty seconds then I might actually have resorted to murder.
My fingers gripped the skirt of my gown each time the seamstress tightened another set of the very fine and definitely luxurious laces behind my back.
The fabric was a shimmering blend of silver and gold imprints that was meant to reflect my status as Alpha Ryder’s daughter. Me– an alpha's daughter commanding so much respect that never seemed to stop surprising me.
The ceremony was only two days away now, and despite the excited buz
