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Authors Note: So, this is my first 'actual' story on this site. Pardon if there is any grammar or spelling errors. Please do not be too harsh. This story will mostly take place in different character point of views. But all characters have a connection to one another.. I hope you all enjoy and please give out comments and opinions. It is much appreciated. 

Chapter One : The Start

Layla

Layla Vila, wrapped her camel brown long coat tighter around her curved frame as her light cream heels pitter pattered against the concrete sidewalk. The air was chilly and it was Fall in the city  

of New York. Layla's caramel colored hair was pinned up in a bun with a few loose curls tickling her olive skinned cheeks and her strut with fine posture and a straight back. Her spine arched and her shoulders formed.  

Layla's parents always praised her form of walking and her confidence. They praised everything about the twenty one year old girl. Her ways of respecting the elderly and every human being  

around her. Her intelligence in the University and her way of dressing like a lady. The Spaniard descent girl was admired and loved. And she was aware of that and thankful of it. 

The doe, had her hands tucked into the perch pockets of her coat, walking around town and going to get a Red Velvet cake for her mother's birthday. Around the Socialite town, the citizens were  

dressed finely and walked around in busy steps with the smell of perfume or cologne. The crowd was crisp and fly with cleanness. However, Layla had to step out of the rich town in order to go  

to the bakery, the Socialite bakery was way too expensive for a simple small red velvet cake. And the girl was tight on money, even if her family were high class. 

Layla, waited patiently at a red light to cross the street, fine polished fancy black cars speeding along the stone roads. 

A white walking sign appeared as the crowd moved ahead and crossed the street. Sooner or later, noticing the small changes of the city that led into a more, 'un clean' tone. 

Graffiti spread on the brick walls and the crowd looking sullen and slow as they walked along the sidewalks. The singe of cigarettes filling her nostrils and the crowd weren't as clean as the socialites. 

However, Layla, wasn't one to judge on a person's appearance but more for their actions and attitude. 

The caramel skinned girl, made her way to the bakery. Walking inside the small shop and hearing the jingle of the entrance bell. 

A plump man around his late 40s greeted her in Italian with a wide friendly smile.  

Another thing she didn't mind about the lower class was that they weren't snobby or 'judging' like the Socialites. They were friendly people, at least the ones she met. They might've not had a lot  

of money, but they had happiness and tried their best. 

Layla, managed to get the Red Velvet cake at a decent price. Waving goodbye and thanking the baker before stepping out of the store. 

Walking back towards the Socialite town, ignoring the whistles of certain men and ignoring the scanning looks of her attire. Probably, wondering what a girl like her was doing in the Lower Class  

town. As she walked, she kept her gaze down at her feet for a moment before feeling her shoulder bump roughly into a tall shoulder, almost falling and dropping the cake but, the person who bumped into her managed to catch her and the cake in another hand.