LAYLA’S POV
The doorbell rings through the house and I know who has arrived, but I was still yet to pack my hair up
I decided to wear a hoodie and sweatpants, because the weather doesn’t seem friendly in oceanville, and I didn’t want to take any risks.
I also wanted to put my hair up in a ponytail because I didn’t have much time to brush it out and leave it down, so packing it up would be my best shot of looking presentable.
I just hope this is good enough.
“Layla, your guest is here!” Bryan calls from downstairs.
“Be right there!” I call back, adjusting the headband around my head, and applying my lipstick one more time before grabbing my phone and purse.
“All done” I mutter to myself before walking out the door.
Damien was sitting on the couch when I got down the stairs, he sta
