LAYLA’S POV
The rest of the ceremony had gone by in a haze. The crown was already resting on my head, the sash of the queen of the pageant and a huge bouquet of flowers.
I have been receiving compliments all night and I was starting to get exhausted. My head was also ringing slightly already but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle.
Isa came right over to us and pulled me into a big hug.
“Oh my God, I’m so proud of you Layla. You did it, you really did it! My best friend is a Queen” She gushes.
“Our best friend….is a Queen” Damien inputs.
“Bruh, you are already the King, pick one and stick to it” She rolls her eyes before it widens again.
“Wait, does that mean both my best friends are royalties now?” She groans in disbelief and squeals making me wince.
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