Chapter 93

In receipt of a chilling glance from Emily, who was standing at the bar with Freddie, Layla hurriedly turned her head away, color sparking high over her cheekbones. Freddie had gatecrashed their night out. Emily had been overjoyed and, within minutes of Freddie’s appearance, had made it clear that Layla was a gooseberry.

Layla sipped the sickly sweet concoction that Freddie had insisted on buying her. She pondered what she was going to do with the rest of her evening. Where was she to go? At least in a crowd, she was virtually invisible and drew no particular attention.

Emily pushed her way through the crush and settled her impatient blue eyes on Layla. Why are you still here? I assumed you’d have left by now.

Layla straightened. "I’m coming back to the apartment tonight," she warned her cousin. I’ve spent two nights sitting up in reception and I’m not doing it again.

I can’t believe how selfish you’re being!’ Emily complained. You wouldn’t even be having a holiday if it wasn’t for m