Camila has everything figured out. She lives in a high-rise apartment in the city, engaged to a millionaire thats going to inherit everything his father owns, and at just 24, planing to start a family of her own soon. Her life is how her mother always imagined it would be. Everything is perfect as she goes downstairs to the buildings Starbucks, like she does every morning, to order a iced Carmel macchiato. As she approaches the coffee shop counter, she notices a woman ordering a coffee.
"Can I get a grande iced Carmel macchiato in a venti cup for extra ice?- oh, and extra Carmel with two pumps of classic please!" A familiar voice says.
Long black naturally curly hair, black Chanel boy bag, ripped black jeans, Gucci Tennis shoes, Camila examined her wondering why she seems so familiar.
Then she turns around.
"Can I help yo- cam..."
"Lauren?"
"What...how?" The girl wondered as her face went pale.
Camila couldn't get a word out.
They haven't seen each other since graduation six years ago.
