LAYLA’S POV
The school was filled with exotic cars and limos and every luxury that could move from one place to another.
The driver goes to open the door for Damien and I wait till mine is open.
Damien rounds the car to open the door for me.
Heat rushes to my cheeks at the gesture and I send him a thankful smile.
“Thank you” I mutter softly.
“Treatment fit for a queen” Isa gushes, earning a giggle from me.
Once we are successfully out of the car, the limo driver drives away to find a parking spot.
“Shall we?” Damien asks softly and I nod unable to form words.
I feel like if I spoke at this point, I could let out squeak and that would be so embarrassing.
He gives my hand a tight squeeze, trying to calm my nerves as we walk towards the red carpet.
Oceanville usually went all out
