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I said. * The Annexe wasn’t empty but there was a spare table by the window, directly beneath a distorted loudspeaker playing a collection of sentimental love songs. Kimberley removed her brown leather shoulder-bag and laid it under her chair. “Something to drink?” Our waiter asked. “Shall we share a bottle of wine?” Kimberley asked. “Why not,” I agreed and quickly ordered a bottle of Raso De La Cruz. A vibrant and fruity rose from the sun-kissed vineyards Cannena in northeast Spain, or so the wine list said.

Six months later Somewhere in the mountains of northern Portugal The apartment sat high above the Douro River valley, tucked into a row of old stone buildings that had been standing long before either of us had been born. From the balcony, the land rolled away in soft terraces of vineyards rows of vines stitched into the hillsides like careful handwriting. In the late afternoon light, everything turned shades of honey and deep green, the river below catching the sun so that it glittered like shards of broken glass drifting slowly through the valley.

William always chose the best accommodation at an affordable price, he only paid 110 euros per night through an online hotel booking app. Emmy enjoyed the ride from the station to the hotel. The old town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1980, looked even more charming than Dublin had. The buildings’ architecture was highly artistic like Porto Cathedral, the Gothic-style Church of St. Francis, and many 15th-century old houses still standing in every corner of Porto. There was a large bridge called the Dom Luís I Bridge that spanned Portugal’s largest urban city. At night, all the streetlights were turned on, making it look like a long, glowing strip in the dark, reflecting off the surface

While analyzing the pore structure of the Gruyère on the cheese platter, I was calculating the diffusion rate of the woody aroma rising from the whiskey glass into the air. Meanwhile, Matteo was pacing at the other end of the salon in front of the massive glass windows, talking heatedly on the phone. Italian words shot out of his mouth like bullets. He had finally changed into a black shirt and dress pants, but his wet hair was still falling across his forehead. After slamming the phone shut and shoving it into his pocket, he turned toward me. His sharp eyes flicked to the chocolate in my hand and then to the wet patch my soaking-wet self was leaving on his luxury leather sofa. His brows kni

Beating at the same pace of ache and anguish? Why had no one ever warned me how much distance could hurt when you're in love? "Tell me, what kind of wine should I bring for you from Italy?" he asked as he zipped up his suitcase. A faint smile played on his lips, concealing as much as it could to shield me from the depths of his own inner turmoil—these six months, or if we turn to be unfortunate more, were going to be more painful than I’d already imagined it to be, “I know you have a thing for wine," he let out a chuckle and picked up his phone from the bedside table. "Sangiovese? Prosecco, Franciacorta, Chianti, Primitivo, or Amarone della Valpolicella? Oh, Pinot Grigio is excellent as well

“Grand Vin de Château Latour.” Blair did not need to drink the red wine to recognize it came from Château Latour, the world’s top winery. It was at least 20 years old. Rory finished his wine in one go and asked with a smile, “Mr. Fowler, are you afraid I’ll poison you?” Blair swirled his glass and answered, “I’m injured. Mabes won’t let me drink.” Rory sized him up. He could not see where exactly he was injured.

, he then added “Alright let’s get going” He then made his way with Naya to the dining hall, he then got a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, he poured for himself and Naya, he then said “This is an appetizer, it is a bottle of Ruwa”, Naya took a sip and said “wow, is that the most expensive nonalcoholic wine in the world?”, Luke smiled and said “wow, you do know your wine”, she smiled and said “I am a wine enthusiast”, she couldn’t keep the wine down because it tasted way too good. Luke said “if you want more I could give you a souvenir of one when you are going”, she said “no, this is enough”, Luke said “Okay but we have to finish this bottle that I opened”, she said “I will take you up

I admitted, my voice barely rising above the soft music playing in the background. Kade raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Then we’ll have to make up for lost time.” I laughed softly, almost shy. “You say that like you’ve been planning this for a while.” Before he could respond, the concierge arrived, holding a black bottle of wine. “Laevinus Noir 1884,” he said, offering a small smile. “You know your wines, Sir. This is a rare blend and only a few bottles remain.”

Nicolas I groaned. Finally, I’ll be back home tonight. This entire week was chaotic. I was savoring the stunning view of the city from the balcony of my apartment in Porto, Portugal. I smiled while sipping my wine. It’s no surprise that this city is famed for its wine. Such exquisite taste. I hoped Anaya would try this. As for Anaya, I sent her a text letting her know I will be returning. She didn’t respond, though.

He felt that the young lady had something to say, but couldn’t tell why she was still standing there when she should have picked up the document and stepped out already. “Mr. Brent, I don’t drink.” Selene stated flatly without mincing words. He suddenly raised a brow in interest and began to clarify, “My bad… It’s a non-alcoholic wine. The first of it’s kind So, you don’t need to bother about anything else.” Selene relaxed at those words, but Penn Wine Hub was still ringing in her ears, and she just couldn’t get the strange feeling it brought. It sounded very familiar, but she was unable to connect the dots about why she was apprehensive about them.