Juniper's Pov
I park my car in the small gravel lot, the crunch of tires underfoot blending with the soft hum of the vineyard’s surroundings. The air smells fresh, tinged with the faint, earthy aroma of grapes and greenery. As I step out, the sight of rolling hills covered in lush vines stretches before me, dotted with patches of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze.
I make my way to the reception office, a charming stone building with ivy climbing its walls. Inside, I’m greeted by the couple. A young, beaming pair whose excitement is practically contagious, and the receptionist, who offers a warm smile.
“Hi, I’m Juniper,” I say, extending my hand to each of them.
“Nice to meet you,” the bride-to-be replies, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
After quick introductions, the rece
