Layla's POV
I didn't want to say those things to her. But I couldn't help it.
I just wanted Elena to remember her place and why the hell she was there... With Noah. The man that I should be getting married to today.
Technically I was still the one getting married to him. It was my name, surname, ID... The only difference was that I wasn't the one writing it.
I tossed my phone onto the bed and exhaled sharply.
What the hell was that?
'You're not the type of woman a person like Noah Reynolds would want to be with anyway.'
I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t. But the words came out like venom...and maybe, just maybe, a part of me meant every single one of them.
Aish!
All this frustration of not knowing how today would go was eating at me.
Elena was already doing her part; I had
