Layla's POV:
As Orlando's car disappeared into the distance, a pang of regret pierced my chest.
The sky was growing darker, and in my current condition, it would likely take me hours to return to Glen Villa.
I should have swallowed my pride, like all those people who fawned over Orlando and played nice to win his favor.
At least then, I wouldn't be stranded here, alone and suffering.
But deep down, I knew better. Orlando was a man of suspicion and sensitivity. If I forgave him too easily for his earlier offense, it would only push him further away and make it harder to get close to him in the future.
He'd see me as another Donald, just another schemer out for personal gain and keep his distance forever.
No, if I wanted him to lower his guard, I had to stand my ground, even if it mea
