“How is your boyfriend?” Layla asks, vindictiveness flashing through her eyes. Emilia smiles up at me and rises to her toes to kiss my cheek, catching me by surprise. She looks back at Layla and grins. “He’s standing right here. Why don’t you ask him?” Layla looks at me in disbelief and raises her brows. “What?” she says, before turning back to Emilia. “What about Sam?” Emilia shrugs and wraps her arm around my waist. “I have no idea. He went back to London after we broke up, and we haven’t spoken since. I can give you his number if you want, though.”
