The skies were dark as they flew over New Orleans, the city bright with lights. Vivian marveled at the glowing city from the sky. Everett had held true to his word, a black SUV picking them up on the tarmac, no customs, no security, just drove them straight to a house in the middle of the french quarter.
Everett’s house was like everything else he seemed to own - expensive and elaborate. The three-story home overlooked Jefferson Park, the bayou glistening in the distance and the iconic St. Louis Cathedral in the other. Stepping out of the SUV, Vivian scanned the park, people sprinkled all over with art displayed and music playing.
Vivian had never seen a city like New Orleans, the number of people on the streets, the eclectic array of buildings, all vibrant with color and life. The city seemed to be alive, a jazz soul and gypsy lifestyle. At that moment, Vivian fell in love with the city.