LAYLA'S POV
I almost slept through my alarm, which has never happened to me before. But Edward agreeing to be my fake mate has done something to my nervous system that hours of sleep couldn’t fix.
Getting dressed didn’t help either. I just kept thinking about last night and everything he said to me, imagining the looks that will be on everyone’s faces when we show up together.
And then I ruin it for myself, as usual. My only concern shifts to me, specifically my habit of saying something weird or rambling into oblivion every time Edward looks at me for too long. I need to not do that from now on. I need to be normal, cool and unbothered.
[Beautiful.] Oakie hums warmly as I drag the brush through my hair.
I pause, looking at myself in the mirror and exhale. I let myself believe her.
