Layla had to admit that he was very handsome. Not that it alluded her, she thought that when she first recognized him, because she had followed his every move that night at the dance. Layla blinked her eyes a few times, then they went wide when he grabbed her chin and lifted her face to look her in the eyes. Layla was far from OK, she missed her parents, but she had a feeling she would never see them again. Her hair was halfway up when he had moved her face to look at her, her eyes were impossibly wide as she looked back at him, blushing a hot red then, Layla nodded. "Yeah." Her tone was flat, almost deadpan.
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