Lana’s POV
The text from Sheila came through just as I was considering spending the night staring at my apartment walls after office hours.
{Forget your troubles. Underground winery party. 9pm. Be there.}
It was less an invitation and more a command. I knew what she was doing—throwing me back into the deep end, forcing me to remember who I was outside of the unknown mess with my father and the aching silence about Damon.
I almost didn’t go. But the thought of another night alone with my thoughts was worse.
Stepping into the winery was like entering a different world. It was all low, vaulted brick ceilings, soft golden lighting, and the rich, earthy scent of aging wine. The music was a smooth, thrumming beat that felt more like a heartbeat than a song. And the people… they were the u
