DAMIEN’S POV
PROM NIGHT
It’s been a week and two days since I last saw Layla.
I did that on purpose.
It was hard to stay away from her but I had to make it conscious effort to avoid her, but I knew it had to be done.
Layla had to come to her senses and I know she needed time.
Although time wasn’t on her side because I would have to completely distance myself from her and the thought of that, is torture.
I run my hand down my dress shirt, before throwing my Tuxedo. I glance at the mirror, one last time before taking a deep sigh.
“Let’s do it” I mutter to myself.
I had spent the last week Isabelle, we have had lunch together, and done basically everything together. We also had to stay out of sight to avoid bumping into Layla.
Although Isabelle doesn’t know this, but I can’t b
