Layla drank too much almond punch. Ate too many parsley potatoes. Enjoyed her slice of cheesecake and half of Hazel’s, who’d had to leave before dessert was served. Now that the dancing had started, Layla sat at her table with only one other woman, who watched the dance floor with her back to Layla.
She wanted to get out of her heels. Change out of this tight dress. Put on pajamas and snuggle up with a cup of coffee and her beloved black lab, Sweet Pea. She wondered how long she had to stay, and she glanced around to see if anyone else was making their way toward the parking lot.
No one seemed to be. Couples danced, and mingled, and chatted, and laughed. She’d thought the ceremony lovely and heartwarming, and she’d even felt herself tearing up at the absolute adoration Ben wore on his fa
