Chapter 33

ANNABELLE'S POV

I was in Layla's room, going through her stuff, searching for something she had asked to be kept private. It was all part of my big surprise for her. I spotted her comb, which would serve the purpose.

That's when I heard the door open. Who could it be? I sniffed the air and recognized the scent.

Layla entered the room and went to open the window, while I discreetly slipped the comb into my dress. Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but give her a mischievous smile. The shock on her face was worth it, as she clearly hadn't expected to see me in her old room.

"Annabelle," she called, her voice slightly trembling from the surprise of finding me there.

Was she really alone? I didn't believe that for a second. Someone was likely waiting outside the room for her. "Hello," I responded, waving casually.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me, a hint of irritation in her tone.

"I prepared this room for you, have you forgotten? I have every right to be here since you won't be ne