Chapter 77

Layla’s POV

I picked up a tissue and dried my tears. I glanced at my reflection before stepping out of the bathroom to meet a room applauding loudly.

From the stairs landing above the wide hall stood a man with creamy coffee skin, his chin looking to be freshly shaved, clad in navy suits. He was slim but well-built in every place around his body. His eyes are small and set back into his face, his hair black as a raven, brushed back stylishly on his head. His face looks cute and average for his broad chest, his slim lips pink and faded.

I did not need anyone to tell me that he was Nigel, Logan’s supposed ex-best friend. Everyone clapped, their faces turned towards him. He throws his smile across the room like wildfire. I found my steps back to where the women and I had seated earlier before Logan’s interruption.

The sounds of clapping hands soon died down, and he put a glass of wine up.

“Thank you all for making it today,” Nigel spoke, h