Chapter 15-4
India The plane lands in an airfield in Los Angeles. I’ve been to L.A. a few times, but I’m not prepared for any of what Hae-in has planned. I’m still on pins and needles as we hop into a black limousine. “This is fancy, don’t you think? I feel like we’re about to go to a premiere, and if that’s the case I’m not the least bit dressed for one of those things.” “Don’t worry, I have a shop we’re going to stop by to get you dressed.” Hold up. “Wait, are we going to a premiere of some sort?” I ask frantically. My hair is a mess, and I’m bare faced. “Yes, and no.” “Yes, and no? How is that even an answer, Hae-in?” He smiles and grabs my hand when the driver pulls up to yet another hotel. The car door opens, and a man holds out his hand to help me out. “Welcome to the Mondrian.” “Thank you
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