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It's 11am and Kiara and I got our bags to put in the uber. I have three suitcases while she has two and we both have one carry on.
We decided to get dress for the meeting beforehand so we wouldn't be rushing. Kiara helped me pick out the perfect professional outfit.
A white button up top, black tie, black skirt, and black heeled boots.
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We walked outside my apartment and handed our luggage to the uber driver.
"Is that everything?" The driver asked as he closed the trunk door. "Yup, I think so." I replied.
The driver opened the back door for me and Kiara to get in. "Are you ready!?" Kiara squealed. "Ready as i'll ever be." I said back.
The driver drove us to the Toronto airport which was an hour away. We arrived in the parking garage and the driver unloaded the car.
"I'm so exciteddd!" Kiara squealed as she received her bags. "Do you think you will see The Weeknd? Wait! Do you think they sent your music to him!?" She continued ranting while we were walking to the escalator.
"He probably listened to your music and loved it. Omg, what if it was his idea!?" she added making me laugh.
"Kiki, calm down." I stopped her ranting and laughed. "We'll figure it all out once I get there."
We checked our bags, went through TSA procedures, and waited at our gate.
"I'm so hungry." I sighed as I rubbed my stomach. "I saw Chick-fil-a as we were walking, you want something?" I asked Kiara.
"Ooh yes, I want the chicken mini meal. Here's a 20." She handed me a 20 dollar bill.
"Thanks, stay here and watch the bags." I said as I walked away.
I came back to the gate with Kiara's chicken mini meal and my chicken biscuit.
"Man, that definitely hit the spot." I said with a full stomach. "Mhm" Kiara said as she was finishing the last bite of her hash brown. "They can never miss."
2pm came and the flight was on time. We got on the plane first with our first class advantage. I never rode first class but I do know they give better snacks.
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5 hours of nonstop flying, we officially arrived in Los Angeles.
Palm trees and city lights were everywhere. It was honestly beautiful at night.
Once me and Kiara exited out the airport, we were greeted by the chauffeur who took our luggage and put it in the trunk.
The chauffeur drove us in a black SUV truck and took us to the penthouse where we're going to stay for a while.
When me and Kiara arrived to the penthouse we were stunned by how spacious and elegant it was.
From the furniture to the ceiling to floor windows.
