Ayla POV
“Iris, Ayla fancy seeing you both here,” Micha said as he approached our table.
“We are present shopping for Wyatt, but I couldn’t find anything.” Mum smiled.
“It looks like you bought plenty of stuff though.” He chuckled.
“I was actually going to stop by and see you later. My old man is having a party tomorrow. You should come, and bring that friend of yours.” Micha added whilst giving me one of his boyish smiles I found irresistible.
“Oh she would love to go, we were just talking about how she needs to get out more,” Mum answered.
I glared at my mum, annoyed at how she just threw me under the bus in front of one of the most good-looking guys I had ever met, but something deep in my gut was telling me I should go to that party. That it was the right thing for me. The hairs
