XX. SECRETS
“You think he’d mind if I went downstairs?”
“Very much. Yes.”
LaRissa set her empty water bottle on the breakfast bar.
“You want another? How about a cocktail? If there’s one thing we have in this empty castle, it’s liquor.”
“I suppose one drink is okay. You have any chardonnay?” LaRissa had never tasted even a drop of liquor while working. She refused to succumb to the vices that had polluted so many in the music industry. But there was a highly unfamiliar sensation brewing inside her, and LaRissa felt strangely uninhibited.
Shynuh held up her index finger, indicating “stay there,” and returned a moment later from the wine room with two glasses and two chilled bottles of Kistler Chardonnay 2016, easily worth five hundred dollars. Shynuh popped the cork on one bottle, pou
