Chapter 73 - Fun Wine Facts with Isobel Greaves

The sun hung low over the endless stretch of the sea, casting that warm, golden light that turned the waves into shimmering ribbons of gold and blue. I trudged along the small beach, my boots sinking into the soft sand with each step. The air was thick with salt and the faint, earthy scent of the vineyard that climbed the hillside behind me. It was one of those moments where the almost otherworldly allure of this place faded into something more… real. Just me, the beach… and the need to shake off the day's awkwardness. Only Isobel's family could turn me back into an awkward fucking child…