Layla's childhood was as ordinary as a daughter's whose mother had passed away early in her life could be. Growing up surrounded by a dominant presence of male figures in her life, she turned into a strong, courageous individual, prepared to tackle...
Layla jumped into her new outfit after showering and brushing her teeth. She pulled the strands of her hair together and assembled them in a messy bun, which wasn't as attractive as she'd wanted it to be. Yet, she was in a hurry, and her looks weren't the most important thing right now.
Layla ran out of her room as soon as she was done and walked down the stairs as fast as her legs could take her, until her foot slipped, and she found herself in mid-flight. A terrified shriek escaped her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the back of her head to make contact with the ground.
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The Royal Mark : CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Layla winced as she rose from the bottom stair, holding the back of her head firmly with both of her hands. She bit her lip, trying to prevent the tears that had formed in the corner of eyes to fall. The landing had been pretty nasty, and the noticeable bump that had begun forming on her scalp under her hands was the proof of it.
She used the handrail of the stairs to lift herself on her feet as she found herself wobbling slightly. The pain searing through her head was unbearable, but she was a girl on a mission and could not be held back due to a mere injury.
Layla left her house and walked towards the bakery which was fortunately only a few doors down. Running was not an option at this point given her injury, and she had to stick close to the buildings on her way to the bakery in case she needed additional support to maintain her posture.
When she finally barged into the bakery, Layla looked behind the counter and around the place, but there was no sign of Julian. Her heart stopped beating for a second as a thought occurred to her.
Had he already left? Was she too late?
No. It couldn't be. Perhaps he was in the back of the bakery cleaning the dishes with Morrie. Holding her breath, she slowly walked towards the back of the kitchen. The pain from her head's injury started to propagate towards the nape of her neck, and her vision blurred for a second.
