CAMILLA'S POV
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The natural smell of trees mixed with all the flowers and different types of plants is like looking at something entirely new. In New York, it's mostly buildings and road, small patches of grass that are lawns, and there are trees, but the air doesn't smell like this in the city. I can literally feel my lungs praising the fresh air that's just oxygen, and no kinds of toxins. "It's so pretty here," Macey murmurs, glancing around in awe. I smile, stopping at the entrance to pay, "Name?" The man asks, not even looking up at us.
"Camilla," I deadpan, and his eyes shoot up, "Diaz?" his eyebrows furrow together, "Yep," I suddenly feel like I'm in the spot light when he smiles, holding a finger up before he bends down and hands me an envelope. "Your first clue, and the second
