WILLA
A black limousine rolled to a smooth stop in front of us. I glanced at Kol as he started toward it.
I blinked, trying (and failing) to hide my astonishment. I had never been inside a limousine before. Hell, I didn't even know anyone who owned one.
I'd heard Rachel talk about it many times—she was the one with the rich friends. The thrill of it all. I used to imagine what it would feel like, of course. I knew it was impossible. A girl could only dream.
Now here I was, living it.
I gulped as the door opened, revealing plush orange leather seats. Kol slid in, then turned to me.
"Come on." He waved me over.
I tightened my grip on the handle of my luggage. I'm Elyse, I reminded myself. She wouldn't look this stunned.
I allowed a warm smile and walked over. One of the men who had stepped out quickly moved toward me.
"May I?" he asked, nodding at my luggage.
"Yes, of course," I said, handing it over.
