LAYLA’S POV
“Prom is in eighteen days Layla” Isa breathes as she paces back and forth in my room.
“And you’re pacing why?” I raise a brow.
“I don’t know it’s my first prom, I’m so nervous, am I going to get a date? Am I going to dance with my crown prince?” She swoons while gliding across the room.
“You know we are not in a cartoon right?” I state as I place my pen on the page I was writing.
“Joy kill” She mutters under her breath.
“I heard that” I announce still concentrating on fixing my books in the right order.
She flops on the bed and lets out a deep sigh. “Damien asked you to prom yet?” She randomly asks and I stop what I’m doing and turn around to look at her.
Her both hands resting on a stomach as she looked at the ceiling.
“No, I mean does he have to? It’s not like we’re
