Missax - Layla Jenner - Bachelorette May 2026

There stood a woman in a sharp black blazer, rain-damp hair curling over her shoulders. Her eyes—dark, familiar, devastating—held Layla’s gaze like a dare.

Before Layla could answer, the doorbell rang. Odd—the hotel suite was supposed to be locked down. Chloe exchanged a look with the others, then grinned. “Don’t be mad. We got you a… surprise.” missax - layla jenner - bachelorette

“What are you doing here?” Layla whispered. There stood a woman in a sharp black

“Your friends hired an ‘ex to ruin the bachelorette’ for a prank,” Rielle said, holding up a glitter envelope. “They don’t know who I really am to you. But I think it’s time you told them the truth.” Odd—the hotel suite was supposed to be locked down

“Layla! Get over here—it’s time for the truth or dare round,” her maid of honor, Chloe, called from the velvet couch.

Silence.