Chapter 15

Layla’s POV

I watched my reflection on the mirror as I ran my hands on the burgundy dress. The corset necklace is traced with glittering stone. I didn’t need to be told to know that this dress probably cost a fortune. Expensive things didn’t really need tags, the qualities easily gave them away.

After returning up to this room earlier, a woman with ocean blue eyes and a red hair walked in. She was dressed in all black top and skinny jeans. She opened the door and stepped in with a long pink Moll bag. She didn’t say a word to me after dropping it off on the dresser.

She’d held her chin up, as if scared to even make eye contact with me. Like she was scared of something. I wondered if she was one of Logan’s workers or if she had just been phoned from a random clothe store to deliver a dress to the house. I couldn’t bring myself to say a word to her, mostly because she left just as soon as she walked in.

There’d been a black stilettos underneath