LAYLA’S POV
I’ve probably burned a week’s worth of calories just pacing my room, but the second I even think about sitting down, my brain reminds me that Edward could walk through the door any minute now to mark me and suddenly I’m panicking all over again.
So yeah, sitting is not an option and I can barely breathe properly.
[Calm down. You’re sweating already,] Oakie snaps.
Slowly, I lift my arm to check and wow. I’m sweating way too much for someone who just had a cold bath in a room with a functioning air conditioner.
“Layla, calm down,” I whisper to myself, sucking in a deep breath but it does nothing because my mind is sprinting through a thousand thoughts at once and not a single one of them is helpful.
You see, I’ve spent years imagining how my mating ceremony would go and h
