Ariana pov
Ariana... not bad .. I can keep good in pressure as well.. my name my identity not any fake one.. other parents used to give name but I named myself Afterall it's my life ... I will make my own identity...but is really difficult than I thought...
As I stepped in this city I was robbed what more is waiting for me ... nothing happened as I have planned ... now what will happen who will give me job without degree...
" Hey where are you lost " I forget her name...ahhh what is it... yeah Leyla..
" Nothing... just thinking how will I manage "
"Don't worry.. NYC is dream place... it fulfill others dream "
" yeah coming here I get robbed that's definitely not my dream"
" you know once I baked cookies it's look horrible .. still I being daring girl try the cookies and that is best cookies I have ever baked"
" okay... " what she mean...she is baker.. really...