As soon as they got home , Tyrell insisted on cooking dinner, shooing her away with a playful smirk. "Go relax, love. You've had a long day."
She smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading upstairs, knowing fully well she would never win him.
But the moment she reached the landing, the sound of rustling fabric and muffled giggles caught her attention. Frowning, she pushed open the door to the bedroom only to freeze in shock.
Linda and Dani were knee-deep in a whirlwind of clothes, tossing dresses and swimsuits into open suitcases with the energy of excited children.
Leila's brows shot up in confusion as she asked. "What… are you two doing?"
Dani grinned, holding up a sunhat. "Packing, obviously!"
"For…?"
Linda blinked, then burst into laughter. "Oh my God, you don't know?"
Leila's pulse stuttered. "Know what exactly ?"
