My Daughters | Hot Friend Layla Jenner

I laughed. Then I went inside and made her hot chocolate—the powdered kind, not the almond-milk-latte-art kind. She drank it like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

Later that night, after the tripod was folded and the ring light was off, I found Layla alone on the back porch. No makeup. No cloud mug. Just her, a cold slice of pizza, and a tired sigh. my daughters hot friend layla jenner

And honestly? That’s the only lifestyle content I’m here for. I laughed