#layla fitzgerald

hugo had been moving around the world at his leisure all his life, and as much as he only found his way back to australia every now and then, it was absolutely the one place he considered home. he’d left so much back there to pursue greatness overseas - his family, friends, places he’d used to love, even old flames. the last person he had been expecting to see at amber’s society party was a mainstay of that old life, one of those flames that he’d extinguished. 

there was only one person in the world, however, who could make sitting on a disco ball look so effortless. “layla fucking fitzgerald, fancy seeing you here.” he said with a dry chuckle, both ecstatic to see her career had reached the heights of consideration by the society, and in complete disbelief at the coincidence that they were crossing paths again.