Layla's POV

“B–babes,” Maya stuttered, looking guilty. “Calm down. I will explain to—”

“Really?” Eliana snapped, cutting her off sharply. “You’ll explain what, Maya? Isn’t she the one who should be explaining right now?”

I froze, staring at Eliana. My mouth opened but no words came out. My brain felt like soup. Why was she this angry? Angry at me? As far as I remembered, we had no pending issues.

Her eyes narrowed, sharp and accusing. “Are you fucking your ...