Elena's POV

That girl was a thorn.

A little witch!

As soon as I told Noah that I was going to think about it, I already decided not to go.

How would I, anyway? It was a fucking gala. I didn't need to know who the gala was for, or who organized it... It was a gala!

Gala, whether it was for Charity or something else, is always filled with wealthy people who love showcasing their wealth. But that wasn't even what discouraged me.

What if Layla's parents... I mean, the real Layla's parents were there?!

What if Noah's goal was to 'reunite' us together? What was I going to...