Chapter 13: In His Arms
Following a quiet breakfast for two consisting of a variety of fruits, toasted breads, and jam, Fredrico Nolan, the vineyard’s adorable controller, was kind enough to take Just and I on a tour around Rothshire. Of course we accepted since we had a few hours to burn before accompanying the grooms for a private lunch at the east side of the property.
Fredrico was gorgeous, and neither Just and I were at all displeased of spending an hour with him. He was a twenty-three year old Frenchman with dark short hair, a thin build, and he stood at five-eleven. He had fall into dark eyes, a slim goatee, and weighed approximately 160 pounds. Generously he showed us a variety of different arbors, types of grapes, a wine press and cellar beneath the barn, three tractors, a bottl
