Kristen walked into the business meeting Monday morning dragging. She was not a morning person and never had been, but one day each week she forced herself out of bed so she could see her cousins and find out what was happening outside the tasting room.
Dillon, the oldest of the nine of them, was at the front of the room talking to Nonna. Ever since the cousins officially took over the vineyard a few weeks earlier, the aunts and uncles stopped coming to business meetings. None of them had attended regularly for months, but once the transition was complete, they stopped completely, choosing to sleep in or eat breakfast at home, or just enjoy their retirement. Kristen was jealous.
Nonna was a permanent fixture in everything they did. The Richliano matriarch ruled with love and a healthy do
