“Don’t embarrass yourself by showing fear in front of the drivers.”

Alejandro looked down at the gold crest once more, but Doña Victoria turned toward the garage and shouted for the driver to load the champagne crates into the trunk.

By three o’clock that afternoon, the mountain breeze was turning cold across the sixty acres of the Valle estate.

I walked down the main drive to the heavy black iron gates, where Marcus waited beside the stone gatehouse.

He laid a large red leather ledger flat on the wooden counter in front of me.