#Chapter37
AVATIA'S POV
I sat quietly trying to calm my nerves by enjoying the view of the limo. It was so nice. Just like the jet. Classic and rich. I took out a bottle of water from the mini fridge and drank in order to ease my nerves but nothing seemed to work. I felt like crying. I had been sitting in here for about thirty minutes. The worst part of all this was that I didn't even have my phone. I could at least play some subway surf to distract me from over thinking. A few more minutes later, I felt the car pull to a stop and then my door was opened. I gulped and prayed silently before stepping out. The area was full of expensive cars and men and women who looked rich. I felt like the youngest in the place until I spotted a group of really young girls in bras and shorts. Out of nowhere, I heard his voice and almost jumped in fright. /"Focus Avatia./" Where was he?
Shut up dummy, earpiece.
Yeah right.
