Layla POV
"Well, she's not winning any prize for critical thinking is she?" Freja snorted and I smiled as I sipped on my coffee.
"No, but I'm fairly sure that Kian already knows, which means Nicole either already knows, or she has a solid suspicion….so why haven't they told Chelsea yet?"
"Probably trying to avoid the headache?" Freja shrugged, "I don't know and to be honest, I don't care."
"But don't you think…"
That line of thought was put on hold as Erin's message pinged on my phone and I glanced down as I took a bite out of the bread, stifling a groan at how good it was.
Erin: "Sooooo, how was breakfast?"
Me: "It was…eventful."
Erin: Ugh I know! The bread is amazeballs, right? Who would even think of…wait what? Why eventful?"
Me: "I had the honor of receivin
