Layla's POV
As soon as I said those words silence followed. Then Elena's broken voice came through again. "W... What?"
Who did she think she was playing? With those sobby tones of hers? The Elena I knew rarely cried.
"Oh don't give me that bullshit." I groaned in annoyance, returning downstairs. "He looked like he had been very much acquainted with you, so don't you dare tell me that you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not saying that." She sniffled. "It's just... What does he want?"
"He wanted to return your dress. The dress you wore on Saturday, you left it at his place." I mocked, pouring the milk into the bowl of cereal.
I grabbed a spoon and stirred the contents, using my other hand to hold up my phone.
"Should I tell you the funniest part? Huh? He called you by
