Layla did the last thing anyone expected. She walked over to the chair—the cursed chair—and sat down. Then she looked up at Jules.
Jules let out a shuddering breath and leaned his forehead against her knee. layla jenner jules jordan return
Jules Jordan, the man who had commanded hundreds of actors, who had shaped raw emotion into art for three decades, hesitated. Then he lowered himself to his knees before her chair. The red light caught the tears now streaming down his face. Layla did the last thing anyone expected
Layla arrived first. The stage was dustier than she remembered. The air smelled of ozone and old wood. She ran her fingers over the back of a chair—the very chair from the final, disastrous day. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Jules let out a shuddering breath and leaned
“I didn’t come here to direct you, Layla,” he said, his voice low and stripped of its old authority. “I came here to apologize.”