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Harry especially enjoyed the crocodile-embossed high-heeled booties she wore. Arianna ignored his question and continued the tour. “The owner, Mr. Vanderbilt, owns a vineyard and produces his wine. You can enjoy it at the bar or buy it if you like.” “Is it worth the buy?” “I’m no sommelier, but I enjoy it.” “How about a taste?” Arianna sighed loudly and situated herself behind the bar. She poured him a glass of Pinot Noir and slid it in his direction. “That’s it? He doesn’t have any other selections?”

He went out and saw Thiago holding a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. "Would you like to have a drink?" Dante nodded. They went downstairs. In the large living room, there were only two of them. "This red wine was just brought back from the Boston manor this year. It tastes good. If you like it, I'll send a box to you." "Can I afford your wine?" Dante picked up the wine glass, shaking it under the light gently.

Tiffany says robotically as she shoves a bottle of wine my direction. "That's what he said," Geni mumbles behind me. I ignore her and smile at Tiffany, hoping she didn't hear. Judging by the look on her face and the way Rowen squeezes her shoulder, I think we all heard her. "I'm glad you could be here." I take the wine and look at the label. "Petrolo Galatrona 2013 straight from Tuscany. Wow. This is a great year." "You know wine?" she asks, brows crinkling. "With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks."

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?”

Some chairs were removed. In their place, a long central table was arranged— Now filled with an impressive display of fine wine. Crystal bottles gleamed under the lights. Among them were: Château Margaux 2005 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 2012 Romanée-Conti Grand Cru Penfolds Grange Shiraz Each one— Worth a fortune. Each one— A statement. — Then— The Grand Elder stepped forward once again. Microphone in hand. "Everyone," he said.

"Ramona ..." "Yes?" Sophistically he sat down in the chair in front of him and handed her the bottle of wine. He immediately knocked over the bottle and smiled sweetly. “Wow! L’Ermita Priorat 2012 Alvaro Palacios! One of Spain’s most treasured wines and the msterpiece that L’Ermita is worshiped and coveted by many. ” Satisfied with its promise and drank the wine again. "Do you want to ask something?" He sipped the wine from the goblet and slowly sighed. “Do you know a girl named Blessy?”

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.

"Interesting. The drink gives a different vibe than the one I am used to. What's its name?" " My apologies Mr. Knight. I mean James - I don't have an answer for that question. But I believe my assistant can do so!" She turns her head toward a redhead that was following her, then she asked her. " What was the name of the wine again?" "1811 at the Chateau d’Yquem - one of the the best white wines ever made around the world." The assistant explained. Violetta then faced me with a curious look on her face. " Aren't you going to try your drink, Nina?"

The girl sighed but checked her book and blinked twice before looking at us again. “Um, yes. Your table is ready, Mr. Grey. A bottle of 2011 Château Malescasse is waiting, compliments of Mr. Beaumont.” Her attitude completely changed as she moved to bring us to our table. “Who’s Mr. Beaumont, and why would he give us a bottle of expensive wine?” I whispered as we were led to a private table overlooking the Willamette River.

“I told you. I don’t wait for the storm... I built the dam before the rain started.” Juan said nothing. He couldn’t. Suddenly, Antonio crossed the room, stepped over to the tall cupboard against the wall, and pulled open the doors with a flourish. Inside was a collection of his most prized vintages. He reached for the top shelf without hesitation and pulled out a deep red bottle-something from a private Rossi estate in Tuscany. One of the most expensive labels in the entire collection. He uncorked it with a quick twist and poured two glasses. The wine swirled like blood as he set the goblets on the desk, the bottle between them.