Epilogue Peyton
It’s been a year, almost to the day, since I rushed out of the Wine O’Clock office after my very first meeting with Josh. Three hundred sixty-five days, give or take, since the moment that redefined what it meant to be nervous. My business was on the brink of something incredible, something possibly life changing, and life decided to throw a monkey wrench in the situation in the form of a misdirected text message and a business partner almost too swoon worthy for me to keep my eyes on my goals.
And now, with a whole year of ups and downs behind us, I can say without the slightest doubt that Josh still gives me the same fluttery feeling in my stomach that he did the first day I met him. Only now, I know better than to think it’s nerves. It’s excitement. Because I’ve found
