Layla
He dropped my hair, and stepped back.
“Was Isabell and Damien your real parents?” He asked with a serious face now. I paused. No one knew they were not my real family, so what would make him ask this? Were my eyes that uncommon? Not many people saw both, because my hair alway seems to get in my face when I’m working. My right eye was blue, and my left silver. It was another weird thing I was born with, besides my horns. It is so hard to hide them because they are an inch long. They are so sharp, they sometimes rip my headband. It’s just an extra precaution to make sure no one saw them. My bangs hid them well on their own, but the headband has two holes my horns go threw, to like like part of