Lyla's POV
I walked out of the hotel that Cassandra's party was being held at. Tomorrow was the day of the party, and it was full of people setting things up, but I had to get Kenzley. The air was crisp, and the leaves were starting to change color and fall was quickly approaching, and I couldn't wait. I was so excited to see the change in Central Park. It had to be beautiful.
A black car pulled up to the curb where I was standing trying to get a cab. Which I was learning was impossible to do so. I should have ordered a rideshare, but I wanted to try to get a cab first.
"Doll face," the man said as he stepped out of the car and I smiled because I knew that voice.
"Cillian, what are you doing here?" I asked as the man hugged me.
"I saw you standing here and made my driver pull
