Bradley had returned to his seat, but Layla had stood there, intrigued. She couldn't believe Bradley had attended her fashion show, he was the least expected person at that moment.
Layla was about to return to her dressing room, when a male voice interrupted her steps.
—Layla, you look beautiful. Why aren't you with the models? —said Harry with a smile.
Layla was puzzled. Harry was supposed to have arrived with her, and he should be at her table by now.
—Harry... You should be enjoying the cocktail I sent you,— Layla said kindly.
—I know, but I decided to come and see if you needed my help with anything. I know you're a little stressed,— she added.
—That's very kind of you, Harry, but I'd love to make you comfortable. So far so good,— she hinted charmingly.
Harry again felt l
