Layla was, by nature, quiet. She didn’t like to run her mouth unless she was confident she knew what she was talking about. The problem with this? She was constantly underestimated. People thought she was stupid, spineless, humorless. A fellow student in one of her college Spanish classes had gone so far as to suggest she was mute. She’d spun around in her desk and dressed the other girl down in Spanish. Being quiet was viewed as a handicap; she attracted men who didn’t care if she spoke at all. Her close friends, her mother and half-sisters knew otherwise, but to strangers, she was just a blank, brittle girl that didn’t leave much of an impression.
**The rest of the book is, appropriately, fictitious.**