Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

He spooned the sauce with care. "For wine tonight, we have a 2019 Chablis Grand Cru from Domaine Raveneau." He poured carefully, the bottle green and elegant in his hands. "Chardonnay from limestone soil. Mineral-driven. Should complement the brininess beautifully." Cinnamon picked up her glass, swirling gently. "It smells like the ocean." "That's the terroir." The chef smiled. "The vineyard is miles from any coast, but the ancient seabed remembers."

"We're going to need champagne." The barman—naturally, the same barman who'd witnessed my amazingTrevi fountain alla Coca Cola display earlier—did an almost imperceptible double take as he took in Marco's just-been-stabbed-with-a-kitchen-knife appearance, glancing at me with amusement before sending Marco a polite smile. "Of course, sir. Which champagne would you like? We have Veuve Clicquot, Moet and Chandon, Bollinger..."

A wooden cart on wheels stood ready in the center, its shelves empty. Marco hopped onto the cart, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Help yourself. We have vintages from my father’s estate, plus any region you can think of. Tuscany, Piedmont—my personal favorite is the Brunello di Montalcino.” Aurora climbed onto the cart beside him, laughing. “We need a cart just to get around down here?” He winked. “You’ll see.” He pulled a bottle of pale pink rosé from a rack. “Too early for red?”

the pilot announced. The maid returned with their wine and two glasses. “Here is your wine, Mr. and Mrs. Devon. This is the Cheval Blanc 1947: This Saint-Émilion wine is renowned for its exceptional complexity and balance, with a price tag of $304,375. It’s one of the most celebrated vintages from Château Cheval Blanc, a revered Bordeaux estate.” “Wow, you have details for everything, don’t you? That’s incredible,” Devon smiled and said.

"Fish will be ready shortly, Shan." "OK," I called out from the kitchen. "Potatoes are done, just doing the tomatoes." "Bring some more wine with you, will you?" "Sure thing. Which Sav Blanc was it?" "Klein Constantia. Top right of the small rack. There's at least one more there." "Got it."

Cheryl took the glass and asked, "What's in it?" Christina was the one who answered. "It has two different kinds of schnapps, some tequila, some rum, and a little lemonade. It really is good. Try it." Cheryl finally did and liked it. She handed the glass to Julio, who also took a sip. "Would you like to try some..." I realized Christina was talking to me. "Mark. I'm Mark." "Nice to meet you, Mark. Now try some." Christina handed me the glass. My fingers brushed against hers as I took it from her. I took a sip. It was very good. I smiled to acknowledge as much and took another.

Too many people who seemed to know exactly who we were despite the masks. "Champagne?" A waiter appeared beside us, offering crystal flutes from a silver tray. "No thank you," Liliana said immediately, her arms tightening around mine. “Just one,” I said reaching for a flute despite Liliana's warning squeeze. “We need to blend in, look natural.” “Mikhail, don't..." Her warning came too late. The champagne was absolute perfection. Dom Pérignon 1996. Dry and crisp with notes of green apple and wideflower honey, with just a slight bitter aftertaste that I attributed to the expensive vintage.

Sam whispered and her red eyes snapped at her. "You knew ? " she whispered in a hard tone and Sam shook her head. "Do you think if I knew I would be here " Champagne knelt down and grabbed the envelope off the floor, she searched for any information. An address or something. " Vyales group of companies " Sam spoke up and Champagne realised he was rich. It seems that was the main he felt like paying this prostitute. Champagne didn't say anything, she stood up and walked to her room. She changed into a pair of jeans and an over sized shirt. She walked back in to the kitchen and grabbed the money and placed it in her purse.

She thought for a moment, then replied smoothly, “I’ll have the seared scallops with truffle risotto and a glass of the 2018 Chateau Margaux.” I nodded, impressed. “Excellent choices.” I signaled the butler with a small wave. He appeared instantly. “We’ll have the seared scallops with truffle risotto for the lady, the wagyu steak medium-rare for me, and a bottle of the 2018 Chateau Margaux.” As the butler left, I leaned back and looked at her. “I have to compliment your choice. The Margaux is one of my favorites bold but elegant. It matches you perfectly.”

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.