Played for Fools: Our Unstoppable Wedding

via would have appreciated. We didn't talk much about them. Instead, we talked about his latest ER horror story, my strug

golden California sun, a charming old stone building for the tastings and events.

named Isabella, greeted us like old

od-fired pizzas, a simple but delicious-sounding lemon

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back and forth between us, as if we'd suddenly grown second heads. "Are yo

ing. Even now, he thought t

colder than I intended. "We're in love. People i

y shoulder. "We

The silence stretched, filled only by

nterjected, "Shall we try the rosé, then?

me away, leaving Jack standing th

vines, a glass of crisp rosé in hand, No

'll tell Oliv

her mind." He grinned. "Which i

p but smile ba

ment options Isabella had laid out. Mo

Maybe some Juliet garden roses?" They were notoriously expensive and hard to source, something I

special cultivation here, a hybrid we developed. It's called the 'Napa Dawn.' Similar color palette, but wit

uisite. Far more beautiful and uniqu

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