Raven
The ride was an exhilarating experience. The helicopter soared smoothly above the landscape, and I was captivated by the breathtaking views. Before I knew it, we were descending onto a helipad atop a renowned hotel in Kentville.
We landed on the roof of the Hôtel Lumière, the only hotel of its class in the area. I had never dared to visit it when I lived in Kentville; it was far beyond the reach of an average lower-class citizen. Yet here I was, arriving with Richard.
The Hôtel Lumière was in a league of its own, exuding luxury and elegance. I couldn't help but wonder if we would be staying there.
"Welcome, Mr. Bradford," a man with a thick French accent greeted us as we exited the helicopter. His hesitant English suggested he wasn't fluent in the language. Richard maintained a s
