*Shelby*

**One Week Later**

The earthy smell of the vineyard below me was stirred up with each gentle gust of the morning breeze. I clutched the book I had been reading to my chest, absorbing all of the emotions from wrapping up an absolutely phenomenal story, and France was the perfect background for that.

I picked up my teacup and took a tentative sip, quickly realizing that the tea had gone cold while I was reading. I must have been reading a lot ...