"It's the wedding wine his grandfather prepared for him. It's been aging in the cellar for nearly twenty years. They didn't have a wedding banquet, so it was never opened."
"He guards it like gold—no one's even allowed to touch it. The whole case is still sealed."
"He wouldn't even give a bottle to my dad. It's not expensive, but with age, it tastes amazing."
Nancy grew more animated as she spoke, looking at Luis with affectionate eyes—almost as if this mattered more to her than beating Mira.
Deewa was stunned. "Your sister hasn't even had any?"
Nancy nodded. "She doesn't like alcohol anyway, so she never tried it."
Deewa blushed. This was clearly significant to Luis—a sacred, meaningful gesture.
What was he implying? That she and Nancy were his brides tonight?
After their semi-reluctant threesome, the two beauties' thoughts aligned. They exchanged glances, a hint of embarrassment between them.
