Emma nodded slightly. "Just a little."
Too much alcohol could easily lead to trouble.
Hunter poured her less than half a glass.
"This wine is from the Smith family's own vineyard," he mentioned casually as he handed her the glass.
Emma raised it to her nose, taking in the aroma.
"Mmm, it smells wonderful."
She took a small sip. "The flavor is unique."
With each successive sip, she began to pick up on the subtle flavors of raspberry, cherry, and blackcurrant blending together in the wine.
"It's really good!"
"It must have a lot of market value."
"It's reserved for family use, not typically sold to the public," Hunter explained, swirling the wine in his glass, his voice taking on a deeper, more intimate tone.
It wasn't long before Emma had finished her glass.
She licked her lips,
