Nicole’s POV
I clutched the flyer tightly in my hand, my steps quick as I walked down the street. The noise of the city felt distant, muted compared to the whirlwind inside my head.
The Wine Bureau wasn’t far, just a block away. Its polished glass doors reflected the late morning sun, and soft music spilled out into the street, warm and inviting.
I paused at the entrance, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. The bell chimed softly, and a light scent of grapes and oak filled the air.
“Hi! Can I help you?” a cheerful voice called.
I turned to see the same girl from earlier, the one who’d handed me the flyer. She had a warm smile that immediately made me feel less nervous.
“Hi,” I said, forcing a smile that felt awkward at first. “I… um, do you remember me? I wanted to know
