It’s not perfect, of course. But I’m not biting my teeth and sweating bullets from agony. No, it’s just the Tuscan summer that has me sweating the normal kind of bullets. I’m inwardly relieved when Marco hops up onto the wooden platform and claps his hands.
“Attenzione!” he cries out. All of the crews gather close.
With a flourish, he gestures to the half a dozen vats filled to the brim with grapes. “Any volunteers to begin?”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hide a smirk when Belle steps up.
She’s grinning shyly and batting her eyelashes. Ariel and Jasmine exchange glances that make me glad I never had a sister to conspire with.
“Verdict’s in,” Jasmine murmurs. “Mama’s smitten.”
For his part, Marco looks like he just won the f*****g lottery.
He helps her up, her sundress hik
