Laila, meanwhile, was busy instructing an omega on exactly how Viola wanted the guests settled for the night, though privately, she thought those two particular aunties deserved beds full of nails and a roof left wide open to let the snow pour straight in. Still, she held her tongue, unwilling to risk Viola's reputation over it.
Since losing Zoe, Laila had come to understand the real value of friendship in a way she never had before, and she had no intention of losing this circle of women she'd found herself part of now. She did everything she could to help and support Viola, wherever it was needed.
As she finished giving her instructions, she sensed her mother approaching and dismissed the omega, turning around just in time to receive a sharp slap across the face.
