MONTANA'S POV

I collected my baggage from the carousel and my taxi was already waiting for me.

"French Quarter, please," I said to the driver. I had heard it was a very nice place in New Orleans, and they had good hotels too.

Hopefully, it is what it said it is when I get there.

I arrived at the French Quarter soon enough, and I had already looked up a hotel, plus the driver was kind enough to offer some recommendations that I searched through.

When I got down from the taxi, I took in the sight of the lovely street and the historic architecture. It was indeed beautiful. This...