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Chapter 46 - The Ball

Layla

“A ball?” I stared down at the cream cardstock invitation, the curling gold script declaring that I, Layla Bennett, had been invited to a goddamned ball. How cool would this have been, if I was seven?

“You should go.” Aldo hovered in the doorway to the guesthouse kitchen, arms crossed and a sh...