Mikhail
The sweet scent of grapes fills the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the soil as we walk through Sorokin's vineyard. Lush rows of grapevines stretch out beside the castle, occupying acres of land that sweep into the distance. The deep green leaves rustle from the constant breeze off the Atlantic Ocean, creating a multisensory solitude.
The tour of his art collection ended with an invitation to stay overnight, which I accepted. I savor a rare moment of peace as the setting sun warms my skin and Maria walks beside me.
"That smell." Maria inhales deeply. "It's intoxicating." The sun spins threads of gold in her fiery hair, making her innocent beauty stand out radiantly.
Maria stretches her arms out and raises her face to the sky. "Would you ever move from the city, Mikhail?"
