Layla's POV

“Who is that?” His father’s voice cut through the room with confusion lacing it.

My stomach twisted. What does he mean by who is that? Was I not supposed to be here?

I could feel the stares digging into my skin. It wasn't just his parents and sister. Even the staff lingered, their eyes darting back and forth between me and Asher like I was some kind of puzzle they couldn’t solve.

I tugged at Asher’s sleeve slightly, silently reminding him I was still standing next ...