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I said. Sarah nodded, her eyes shining. "And this 2015 Château Margaux is heavenly." Monsieur Dupont smiled. "Excellent choices! You have refined tastes." We decided on two bottles for Grandpa: the '61 Lafite and a rare '82 Petrus. For ourselves, I selected a bottle of the '15 Margaux, which Sarah adored. As we lingered over the wines, the effects of the alcohol began to show. Sarah giggled, her cheeks flushed.

“Let’s do this. Just for tonight. Pretend she’s someone you actually want to be here with. Act normal. “After this, I won’t ever push you again.” He stared at me for a moment, then nodded once. “Fine.” Good. Because I wasn’t about to sit through another hour of silent torture. When Tricia returned, she sat down gracefully. Back to silence. I shot Cassian a look. He exhaled and finally spoke. “The wine here is excellent.” Her face brightened instantly. “Really?” “Of course,” he said smoothly. “Leroy Musigny Grand Cru is a classic.”

In Mark Escobar's office, he conversed with Maurice on companies target and success, and was greatly impressed at every suggestion Maurice offered. “You have amazing ideas quite too much for an ordinary Sales Manager" Mr. Mark said, opening the second bottle of the Pètrus wine he held in his hands. “Thank you sir, I'm fine..." Maurice said, beckoning on Mr. Mark to quit opening the bottle of wine. “That's fine Maurice, we are still discussing" Mr. Mark said with a laugh. “What if I make this offer to you?" He asked, refilling Maurice's wine glass. Maurice nodded in agreement and took the wine glass in his hands. Shaking it briefly, he confirmed the great quality and taste of the wine, it sto

looking over at Ella. Both women nodded, looking around as our waiter brought out the wine and fruit punch for Ella. Chateau La Mission Haut-Brion Blanc 2018 is my favorite. Hopefully the ladies like the wine. If she didn’t I would have to teach her the world of wine. This woman already owned me and didn’t even know it, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

His eyes opened wide. “There is an inscription.” I nodded, suddenly remembering. Yes. There was an inscription. What? “Something in Greek, I think,” I said. “Latin,” he corrected. “Spina rosam et congregari Salem,” he said, and then looked at me, as if expecting me to understand. I had no idea. I never had. “It says: The rose and the thorn meet in Salem.” He stared at me, and I stared back. My mind raced, wondering what that could mean. His eyes had shone with a newfound purpose.

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.”

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?”

He tilts it toward the light, reads the label, then he holds it up and turns to the other men. "Guys," he announces to them. "This is a 1997 Sassicaia." Eddie takes the bottle and studies it. His chin dips in a serious nod. "Single vineyard. Super Tuscan." He looks at Charles. "This is thirty years old." "Twenty-eight," Charles says pleasantly. "But yes." Cilian takes the bottle from Eddie, examines it, and looks up at Charles with a respectful expression. "Where did you get this?" "Made it," Charles says.

The people who worked hard for L'Eredità dei Rossi. Marco picked up the bottle of L'Eredità dei Rossi. The label had charcoal-grey ink and the seal of the Vine and the Well. It looked really nice. He handed the bottle of L'Eredità dei Rossi to me. I took the bottle of L'Eredità dei Rossi from Marco.

Lambert snapped. Before Bella could respond further, Alexander Moreau appeared, silent and imposing. His gaze swept the room, landing on Lambert, then Bella. “Problem?” His voice carried a weight that silenced everyone. Lambert bristled. “Your assistant insulted me, Moreau. I requested Château Margaux. I received… this.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He took the glass from Lambert, swirling the liquid once before setting it down. “This is Château Pichon Baron,” he said coolly. “One of France’s finest vintages. If you consider it an insult, Monsieur Lambert, perhaps your palate is not as refined as you claim.”