Maya's POV
Three months had shifted everything in my world.
I smoothed the promotional tie of one of the servers who would be distributing samples of Moonlight Winery's latest Merlot blend, ensuring the company logo sat perfectly straight across his chest.
"When guests inquire about the wine, emphasize the dark cherry undertones and the eighteen months we aged it in French oak," I directed, stepping toward the next team member in our lineup.
The elegant hotel lobby transformed before my eyes into the perfect venue for tonight's tasting event. Every table had been positioned to encourage natural guest circulation, crystal stemware gleamed in precise rows, and our informational displays struck the ideal balance between sophistication and accessibility. Two intensive weeks of planning had gone into orchestrating every single detail. This event might not rival the scale of Sterling's elaborate affairs, but it belonged completely to me.
