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The game turned. Truths were spilled—embarrassing hookups, secret crushes. Then Chloe’s eyes glittered. “Layla. Dare. Call off the wedding.”

“You shouldn’t have come,” Layla breathed. missax - layla jenner - bachelorette

It was Rielle. The one who got away. The one Layla had kissed goodbye three years ago in a college dorm room, swearing it meant nothing. It had meant everything. The game turned

Layla looked from Rielle’s hopeful, pained face to the golden light of the suite where her future husband’s mother was probably texting her about place cards. missax - layla jenner - bachelorette

“What are you doing here?” Layla whispered.

“Just for one night,” Chloe teased. “Pretend you’re not marrying Marcus. Pretend you’re still you .”

“Hey, Jenner,” the woman said softly. “Long time.”