Cheers erupted. Layla forced a smile, adjusting the custom veil that read Mrs. Jenner-to-Be in pink glitter.
She was just adding a plus-one.
Her best friend and maid of honor, Sloane, clinked a champagne flute with a fork. “Ladies, welcome to the Farewell to the Flirtation festivities! Tonight, we drink. Tomorrow, we regret. Sunday, we marry.” layla jenner bachelorette pt1
The first sign of chaos arrived via a charcuterie board shaped like a man’s torso. The second came in the form of her ex, Kai, who—uninvited—had sent a bottle of mezcal with a note that said, “One last dance?” Cheers erupted
It wasn’t the destination (a rented glass mansion in the Hudson Valley). It wasn’t the dress code (sequins encouraged, sanity optional). It was the quiet, terrifying weight of the word last . Last night as a “miss.” Last chance to pretend she wasn’t about to merge her Netflix account permanently. She was just adding a plus-one
And that was the moment Layla Jenner knew—amid the glitter and the mezcal and the ghost of her former chaos—that she wasn’t losing herself.