Megan exhaled a heavy sigh, squeezing Giselle's hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, there are plenty of clients. They might be small orders, but they’ll add up. Plus, not all the wine is smashed, right?”

Surveying the chaos of shattered bottles and scurrying workers, Giselle replied, “Just wait here.”

Without waiting for Megan to protest, she strode purposefully out of the cellar, whipping out her phone to dial Henry.

He picked up instantly, his voice a raspy ...