“What are you doing here?” Layla whispered.
Silence.
The bachelorette music thumped inside. Someone shouted, “Layla! Who’s at the door?”
Before Layla could answer, the doorbell rang. Odd—the hotel suite was supposed to be locked down. Chloe exchanged a look with the others, then grinned. “Don’t be mad. We got you a… surprise.”
Layla looked from Rielle’s hopeful, pained face to the golden light of the suite where her future husband’s mother was probably texting her about place cards.