Karen's POV

The flight to Los Angeles was successful and before I knew it, we were in a taxi. "It's actually my first time in a plane." I told Helen and she suppressed a smile.

"We should have used a private jet, mom is going to be annoyed if she finds out that we took a plate."

I chuckled and looked at the tall and beautiful buildings of Los Angeles. "This place is damn cute, my father works here as a driver." I said and immediately regretted telling her.

"A driver?" She asked loudly and I became embarrassed. The taxi driver turned back to look at me before paying attention...